All I Want for Christmas

December 10th

Faith's POV

"Do you still not like whipped cream?" Harry calls from his kitchen making me snap my gaze away from the TV and over towards him.

Tonight Harry invited me over to his quaint little apartment to watch Christmas movies and drink spiced hot chocolate together. Earlier today he went and bought some peppermint flavored vodka, so that he could mix it in with our drinks.

Peppermint flavored hot chocolate.

His apartment is right above the bakery. What Anne used to use as extra storage for the bakery, Harry renovated and turned into his own little home. It's cute and simple, exactly what I would imagine Harry living in. There are pictures up on the walls that are of him and his family. He has a couple of plants near his windows that he swears he never waters, but they haven't died yet.

He has a living room, kitchen, bedroom, bathroom, and closet. It's cozy and exactly just enough space for one person to live in.

"No" I call back with a giggle. "Disgusting sort of topping"

"You're deranged." He calls back before walking through the kitchen foyer and back over to me sitting on his living room couch.

I roll my eyes at him but can't help the smile that works it's way onto my face. He always thought it was crazy that I didn't like whipped cream on anything. When we were younger he would always be the one to eat it off for me, before I could eat.

"I think it's the texture that throws me off, not necessarily the flavor." I say as he hands me my mug and sits down right beside me.

Home Alone plays in the background on the TV. Although he suggested I come over tonight to watch movies with him, I don't think we have fully payed attention to anything that he has put on since I first sat down.

We are too engrossed with talking and teasing each other to pay attention to the screen.

He laughs at my words before taking a drink of his own cup. He moans at the sweet flavor, which causes my cheeks to heat up at the memory of him moaning into my mouth last night during our kiss.

Neither one of us has brought up last night, and I don't know if we will.

"S'really good Harry." I say after I take a couple of drinks.

"Thanks, darling. Just something I saw online and thought it would be nice to try."

I nod at his words before turning myself back to face the front of the living room. I place my eyes on the TV to try and watch the movie, but I know that with him sitting so close to me I won't be paying any attention.

I don't want to assume anything from last night's activities, but I can't help but wonder if our kiss and make out session in his car meant as much to him as it did to me. Does he feel like every part of him is on fire whenever we touch? Does he feel like his insides are twisting up when I call his name?

I am not naïve enough to assume that Harry hasn't slept with people since I left 6 years ago. But the way he moved his lips and hands against me last night, has me wondering what he's learned in our time apart. He certainly is not the same teenager or even young adult that he once was when we first started sleeping together.

But neither am I. I am not all skin and bones like I was. I am fuller in the breasts and hip area. I have more meat on my thighs and stomach. It's not something I am ashamed of because every women grows over time. The stretch marks on my thighs are proof of that.

But it makes me question whether Harry would still find my body as attractive as he did all those years ago. Would he still worship me in bed? Kiss every single part of my body that his lips could reach?