Part 11 (1/2)

Every ounce of my body stops. I'm not sure if I heard right, so I just lay like a lion playing dead as scenarios rush through my mind. But it is Noel's sudden halt that makes me want to hear him. ”What?” I whisper. ”What did you say?”

He comes back to me, his smile is more of a grin as he locks eyes with me. His fingers sweep through my hair as he thinks of his words. He is serious. You very rarely get a serious Noel with his playful personality. ”I said, I love you. I love how you do your hair. I love how you do those tiny black flicks on your eyelids. I love that you keep your nails manicured. I love that you dress to impress but also dress to knock a man dead. I love your sa.s.sy mouth and that tiny mole on your stomach. But most of all Tamzin King. I love that you're also not afraid to show a man the real you. I love that you feel comfortable to yell at me. To cry when you need to. Walk around in your long socks and oversized jumpers, even better when you forget to wear panties. I love your deep soul and your enormous heart. I love everything that you are. I. Love. You.”

My eye gla.s.s with his beautiful words as my heart beats rapidly in my chest. He loves me. I never expected to find my love for Christmas again let alone a love for the future. Noel Thompson has well and truly knocked me on my a.s.s and stole my heart. ”You love me?” I whisper.

”I do. I've never fell for anyone as fast as I've fallen for you.” I need him to stop taking. I need to show him what he means to me. What I feel for him. ”I know it may seem to-”

I crash my lips to his for a hungry pa.s.sionate kiss. I would tell him with words but first I need to show him with action. He nudges my legs further apart and teases my entrance, sliding into me with his thickness. Our body's links together perfectly and nothing will change that.

”I love you, Noel Thompson. With every beat of my heart. This is turning out to be the best December ever.” I kiss him again. ”Merry Christmas, my one and only s.e.xy handsome man.”

”Merry Christmas, Angel,” he whispers. ”You've just got yourself a hot hunk with a big ego.”

Noel.

I'm on cloud nine. f.u.c.k the presents because I've just received the biggest one to date. The sa.s.sy blonde that's currently walking around my house is in love with me. I got to be honest, I was worried. Worried that her heart was still bruised and that it would throw up a barrier of getting any closer. Tamzin may come across that things don't bother her but there is still that edge of darkness that creeps in occasionally.

”So how do you normally do it? Presents before or after lunch?” I ask as I watch her in the kitchen.

”I lived with people set in their ways, Noel. Presents were always after the Queen's speech.”

”Seriously?”

Her giggle makes me smile as she pours us both a gla.s.s of champagne I got for Christmas morning. The turkey is already in the oven and we prepared the veg and tr.i.m.m.i.n.gs right after we got out the shower. She comes into the living room, hands me my gla.s.s and curls herself up on the sofa. Her eyes are different. That sparkle I always knew was there is more evident than it has been. The way she's paraded around since my declaration is almost as if a dark cloud has been lifted off her shoulders.

”Do you really think they'd let a hyperactive child obsessed with Christmas wait to open her presents until after 3pm? I changed their entire tradition once I came along. They tried to make me wait one year and by the time they manage to come downstairs and get my breakfast I was knee deep in wrapping paper and Barbie dolls.”

”So shall we open them now before we get bombarded by visitors?”

She wrinkles her nose in excitement as a big white smile forms her face. I take her gla.s.s from her and rest it on the side table, leaning down to the floor to get her first present. She rips the parcel open and immediately giggles aloud. ”Oh my G.o.d, I love them.” Ten packs of all coloured and pattern long socks rolled up and waiting for her legs to wear them. I couldn't resist but to get them. She slips a pair on creating a fas.h.i.+on of s.e.xy casual as they end at the beginning of her dress. ”Do you like?”

”No. I love.”

She lifts up her leg to observe them. ”I might start a new fas.h.i.+on and wear them to work.”

”You will not. I don't want the likes of Dirty Dave eye-f.u.c.king my woman.”

”So possessive.” She grins.

I run my hand over her extended leg and move in close to her lips. ”These legs belong to me. Only I get to see and f.u.c.k you in these.”

She pecks me on the lips and moves me aside, walking around me to get to a small box with a bow almost big enough to swallow it whole. ”Now if you don't like it I can change it only the thing on the back might be a problem.” She places the box in my hands and takes her drink from the table sitting back next to me. Like an excited child, I tear off the paper and find a black leather box. Inside is a large silver designer watch with matching cufflinks. I am a little taken back by her generosity. Taking the watch out of the case, I examine it with great length, neatly polished with a black cloak face.

”Something told me you weren't a gold kind of guy. Do you like it?”

”I love it.”

”Turn it over,” she says taking a sip of her champagne. I turn over the watch to find a small engraving on the back. I smile when I read the words, the two words I love calling her.

All my love, your Angel Tami.

X.

I turn to face her, her eyes full of awe. ”Thank you, Angel. It's amazing.”

”I'm glad you like it. It was a risk that paid off.” I frown, unsure on what she means. ”Even though I knew we'd be together for Christmas I was a little sceptical on your feelings. I didn't want it to be too much.”

”Babe, I've wanted you from the night I brought you home and put you to bed. My feelings for you are out of this world. You have nothing to be doubtful about.”

Closing the box and placing it on the table, I give Tamzin her next gift. A diamond heart pendant white gold necklace that reflects her eyes. Her mouth is gaped as she carefully takes it out of the box. ”Oh my G.o.d, Noel! It's beautiful,” she gasps, trailing her fingers lightly over the stones.

”Shall I help you put it on?” She pa.s.ses me the necklace and turns herself, holding back her hair to give me access. Her fingers go straight to the pendant once it's on, feeling it around her neck with a smile. ”It looks beautiful on you.”

”Thank you,” she whispers. She turns her body to me to kiss me, pus.h.i.+ng me down to the cus.h.i.+ons as she rests on my front. ”You are spoiling me.”

”I've not finished yet.”