A sudden smack as the front door hit the wall. "GUESS WHAT I'VE BROUGHT?!" A loud irish voice burst. "Your not going to tell me what you brought me for christmas are you?" I slowly started walking towards the hall. "How irish do you think I am?" The voice laughed. I giggled! My blond man appeared from behind the wall with hands full of bags, flat hair and as his piercing eyes made my legs weak, he dropped each one and come straight to me not even looking at his path ahead. We kept a constant eye contact, as he approached me, his wrapped his arms around my waste and a passionate kiss which gave me butterflies, same as the last one hundred kisses. "I missed you" he whispered ever so sexual in my ear. "I missed you more, after I cleaned I got bored so I baked a cake and cup cakes!"
"Oh how you get me!" A quick yet soft kiss on my cheek and he'd practically ran to the kitchen in search of the cakes. I giggled yet again.
