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fluffy. Nor does he notice the coordinating royal blue and white accessories. The only thing he notices is me. His eyes haven’t left me since he pulled me into the space.
    Before I can make a sound, his mouth crushes mine. Even though Mom expects me to join her in the kitchen, despite what she said, I open my mouth and let him in—and easily get lost in him. I can’t tell if he’s cold, but I’m getting hotter as our kiss intensifies. I wouldn’t be surprised if the mirrors are steamed up even without the hot water turned on.
    I guide the zipper of his winter coat down. Marcus watches, a mischievous smile on his lips. Once finished, I ease the coat off his shoulders, taking care with his injured one, and trace my fingertips along the soft fabric of his T-shirt.
    “Aren’t you supposed to be using your sling?” I ask.
    “It’s easier driving without it.”
    Before I can roll my eyes and give him a small lecture about how he’s supposed to wear it for the next few weeks, Marcus leans down, his mouth near my ear. “Are you joining me?” he murmurs, laughter in his voice. He nods at the shower.
    I flash him a smile. “I’d love to, but I can’t. My mom’s waiting for me to go downstairs.”
    He flattens his lips together. “I’m not gonna be able to make love to you until we return to Chicago, am I?”
    I press my lips to his cheek. “Don’t worry. I’ll think of something.” And I will.

Chapter Seven
    Amber
    When I was younger, and believed in Santa, I would wake up at four every Christmas morning. I would then sneak into Michael’s room, and we would tiptoe downstairs to check out the presents Santa had left while we slept. I never had to wake my brother. He was always waiting for me.
    Like the little girl I used to be, I wake to find my alarm clock glowing 4:00 a.m. While I’m no longer the girl with the brother eagerly waiting for her, I’m still the girl who sneaks downstairs to peek at her gifts.
    And in this case, Marcus.
    We haven’t had a chance to be intimate since he arrived less than forty-eight hours ago, beyond small, chaste kisses or hugs. After almost losing him, I’m happy we can have even those. But they haven’t been enough to stop my nightmares.
    The only sound greeting me as I creep downstairs is the soft thud of my bare feet against carpeted steps, and the slight rustle of my pink satin robe. Underneath is one of my gifts to Marcus: matching pink satin panties and bra.
    The soles of my feet touch the cold tile floor and I pause. Once I’m positive Mom’s mom senses haven’t kicked in, and she’s realized what I’m up to, I tiptoe toward the guest room and inch the door open. The room is dark, other than the faint glow from the Christmas lights next door.
    As my eyes adjust to the darkness, I spot Marcus sleeping. I stand in the doorway, wondering how I got so lucky. If I hadn’t been failing my math class last term, I might never have given him a chance. A chance to prove he’s more than the sexed-up guy everyone assumes he is. While I might not be thrilled that so many girls on campus are intimately familiar with his body, a warmth floods through me at the thought that he’s
mine
.
    “Are you planning to stand there staring at me,” Marcus murmurs, “or did you have something else in mind?” His tone is teasing and edged with a desire to do things to my body. Things that will leave me beyond satisfied. My breath hitches and I struggle not to melt away.
    He sits up and his bedding bunches around his hips, exposing his hard chest and abs. He clicks the bedside lamp on. A soft light snuggles around him and leaves the guest room in shadows. The intimacy created sends a ripple of excitement through me.
    The room hasn’t changed much since Dad lived here. Unlike the rest of the house, which is modern in design, this room contains antiques. The bed, dresser and side table are made of dark maple, and look to be a hundred years old. At least. The armchair looks more