Holly - Thursday, December 24, 2015
While Keith clunked around in the master bathroom, Holly lounged against the upholstered headboard, sipping lukewarm apple cinnamon tea and smiling at a candy cane cookie recipe on her iPad. The bedroom glowed with just the light of her bedside lamp. Because his hair was wet when he appeared, it was darker brown and spikier.
“How’s your back?”
“Fine.” He eased himself into bed.
Plunk went her iPad on the little table. She clicked off her light, about to scooch down under the downy silver comforter. Click. His lamp went on.
Keith sat tall, nestled his phone in his lap, scanned her sparkly corset, asked, “Aren’t you cold?” and then devoted his attention to the blue glow.
Holly considered asking Victoria’s Secret for her money back while she retrieved her iPad, but the cookie photo cheered her up. Keira would enjoy making them—she was so detail-oriented.
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