Their Guy

Chapter 29

Marlene's POV

I resurfaced from my dream to find myself in cold sweat.

I don't remember what my dream was, or what it was about but I still had a weird sense of dread all over me.

The clock on my bed stand said that it was 10am.

10am on Christmas Day.

The child in me came alive and soon I was pattering down the stairs to the living room.

Yesterday Leah, Jess and Ryden had decorated the entire house while I hopelessly lay in my bed.

I silently made my way towards the living room, careful not to wake up my parents.

I had to admit, they'd done a pretty good job of it.

The Christmas tree looked magical, with the soft fairy lights glowing and illuminating the golden tinsel. A mistletoe was placed over the kitchen door and the walls were decked with bars of holly.

"Merry Christmas Honey!" My mom said hugging me from the back and I jumped, taken back a bit. "You're up early."

"Merry Christmas Mom," I said hugging her back. "You're up early too."

"Well I had cakes to bake and stuff," she said. "Come along to the kitchen. Your dad and Ryden are hogging on fresh Christmas cookies."

I followed her, my mind watering at the thought of the cookies, only to be disappointed at the sight of the empty tray on the table.

"Boys!" My mom scolded, seeing the empty tray too. "Didn't you'll leave any for the twins?"

"Sorry Debs," my dad chuckled. He looked happier than he had for a long time. "No worries I'll make more."

"Umm, I really think Debra values her kitchen Ray," Ryden said and my parents chuckled.

Damn! This guy was already in both my parent's good books and on first name basis.

He'd hadn't really noticed me yet, so I took my time to appreciate how lucky I was to have a boyfriend like him.

The way his sea green eyes crinkled when he laughed, displaying the dimple on his left cheek seemed to good to be true. The curve of his jaw, the buldge of his muscles through the tee he was wearing - everything, everything set of fireworks in my body.

He was mine. This masterpiece was mine.

"Marlene," he said, suddenly glancing towards me. He pushed his chair away from the table and strode towards me, his face gleaming with joy.

And then, his lips were on mine. Strong, yet gentle, yet powerful enough to make every cell of my atom believe that Ryden was the only thing that was keeping them alive.

It was over too soon, but his taste of maple and clove, was still on my lips.

"Merry Christmas babe," he whispered in my ear, his tongue slightly touching my lobe.

"Merry Christmas," I stuttered, adjusting my wig which had been disturbed with our recent escapade.

He laughed, clearly realizing the effect he had on me and pulled me towards the table.