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would sit beside me, but he had other ideas. Cradling his legs around me, my back against his chest, he sat behind me. “I know we haven’t had much alone time this past week, with work and pack business, but I’m glad you’re here. I figured if we did something fun outside, the cold air would keep people away.”
    “Ahhh , smart. But I think I found a flaw in your brilliant plan.”
    “You have?” I could hear the humor in his voice.
    “What about us being cold? Or do you have some secret fantasy about dating an ice princess?” I laughed. “Or, is it that you like my red nose?” I had no doubt I rivaled Rudolph right now, the weather chilling my skin.
    “I like everything about you , including your poor nose.” Pulling me to the side, he kissed the tip. “Hmmm, yeah. It’s pretty cold. Looks like we’ll need this sooner than I thought.” Mason reached for the second blanket and with a few flicks of his arms, he had it wrapped around his back and around me.
    “Better?”
    I wanted to tell him that I was perfectly fine and content with the way his body cocooned mine. “Toasty. Thank you.”
    “Now, if you’ll do me the honor of opening the picnic basket, maybe there’s something else in there to keep you warm.”
    Eagerly, I dragged it in front of me and unlatched the wicker top. A huge smile spread across my face as I lifted out a hot thermos. “Hot chocolate?”
    “Your favorite.”
    “What else is in here?” I asked, squealing with delight as I spotted all the ingredients to make S’mores. “This is perfect, Mason!”
    “I’m glad you think so. I know this is our first Christmas together , so I wanted to make it extra special.”
    “Everything with you is special—you’re amazing. Here, let me make us one.” S’mores were a delicious combination of decadent chocolate and marshmallow melted together in between graham crackers that always reminded me of camping. I loved campfires on cool nights; in fact, it probably topped my list of absolute favorite things to do.
    “How did you know I’d love this?”
    “I pay attention. I see how your eyes light up every time you talk about it,” Mason answered, holding the skewer for me so I could slide on a marshmallow. With everything else ready, I took it back and suspended the stick close to the flames.
    “You are an incredible boyfriend, Mason ,” I admitted, carefully watching to make sure the marshmallow didn’t melt and drop from the skewer.
    “I believe you meant selfish.”
    “Selfish?” I asked, moving quickly to put the melted goodness on the chocolate piece. Smooshing the cracker down on top, I handed it to Mason. “Careful, it’s hot.”
    “Thanks, sweetheart.” Taking a tentative bite, Mason grinned widely before licking his lips. “Mmmm, I forgot how good these were.”
    “Good thing you have me then, right? And don’t think I’ve forgotten you haven’t answered my question. Why did you say you were selfish?” After sticking another marshmallow on the end of the skewer, I resumed making my own.
    “I was totally thinking of myself tonight. Out in the garden, alone , with my girl in my arms, a warm blanket around us, eating food that will make her taste even more delicious than usual.” His answer was absolutely cheesy, but it still made my insides feel like they were dissolving. If he kept this up, I was in danger of my heart melting just like the chocolate and marshmallows in the S’mores.
    “You always know the right thing to say, don’t you?” I chuckled.
    “Did it work? Mason asked, taking another bite of his treat.
    “It depends on what you had in mind.” My marshmallow was starting to burn and drip off the skewer. Wasting no more time, I finished making mine and groaned loudly with satisfaction as the gooey mess touched my tongue. “Oh. My. Goodness. I don’t care that I just burned my mouth. This is seriously a piece of heaven!”
    I feel his rumbling laughter against my back. “Maybe I didn’t think