"All I need is you, Kara, and I'm all right." "Okay then." I let my heart settle down. "Tell me something petty then I'll be happy and satisfied." He thought for a moment. "I went to hell and back to get your burger and fries. Did you eat them?" "Just a little, but that's because I couldn't eat after you left. I'll make it up to you. My treat next time." "Those were really good fries." I couldn't stop smiling. "We love a petty king." "Kara?" "Yes?" "Will you let me kiss you now?" I don't know what it is about him that makes me feel this way. Every single time. I leaned forward, curled my hands around the collar of his jacket. "I'll kiss you," I said and dragged his mouth to mine. I heard him groan, low and deep and hungry as his fingers plunged in my hair and he took what he wanted. The kiss was soft then hard. Hot and wild and fast. It stoked the fire inside me, made it bolder and brighter. When we pulled apart, we were both out of breath. "I—" A movement in my peripheral caught my attention. "Cam, omigod, look! It's snowing! Let me up." I heard him growl as I wriggled out from his embrace, opened the driver's side door and hopped out. The motion sensor lights planted on the ground turned on one by one as I walked past them, illuminating the yard. I looked up to the sky, feeling the snowflakes land on my cheek. And felt a grin split my face. "It's snowing," I said again when I felt Cameron stand beside me. He placed a jacket on my shoulders. "So it is." "It's the first snowfall of the year, and you're here with me." I turned my head to look at him. My heart skipped a beat. He was smiling down at me, a look of deep affection in his eyes. I reached for his hand, laced his fingers with mine and brought it to my lips, kissing it. His eyes turned darker, deeper. "Let's get you inside. I'll make a fire for you." "Okay." He walked ahead, opened the door and disappeared. Puzzled, I followed him. And stopped in my tracks when I stepped inside. It was pitch black. "Cam? I swear if you're trying to scare me, I'm going to castrate you." Suddenly the lights turned on. Bright, cheerful and colorful twinkling lights bathed the interior of his cabin. It seemed like there were thousands of them. A sea of delicate stars dancing with the shadows. It looked like a fairy tale. Cameron was crouched beside the fireplace, his hand on the light switch as he watched me with a soft smile on his face. "Cam," I said, breathless. I was having a hard time taking it all in. "Yeah?" "There's a Christmas tree in the middle of the living room." "I see it." "I see it too." I felt my lip tremble. "Did you prepare all this for me?" "Do you like it?" "There are gifts under it." "All for you." "All for— All of this?" "Want to open them?" "But it's not Christmas yet." "It feels like it when you're here." I turned to him, felt a tear fall down my cheek. "I think I..." I took a deep, calming breath. "You make me happy, Cam." "I don't think anyone felt that way about me before." "God." I cupped the back of his neck, pulled him to me so that our foreheads touched, and closed my eyes. "Cameron, you're breaking my heart." "It wouldn't mean anything to me if someone else said it. But it's you. That makes it real." I stepped away when he tried to kiss me. Confusion marred his smooth brow. I took a deep breath to gather courage then took my jacket off. It made a swooshing sound when it landed on my feet. Then slowly I unbuttoned my top, slid it off. His eyes widened for a second, then grew heavy. I bit my lip, trying to tamp down the excitement that climbed up my spine. "Kara." Instead of answering with words, I toed off my shoes, socks, and with his eyes on mine, opened my jeans. His gaze shifted down, stared between my legs. My breath came out shaky as I pushed them down, kicked them off.