上文。本文分三部分。Kris的POV。
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*Kristen*
I groaned, rubbing my eyes as I rolled over onto the soft bed.
My cheek met his warm chest and I smiled, nuzzling my face into him. The smell of his cologne still lingered on him lightly, giving him a smell all his own. It was the best thing to wake up to.
"Darling?"
"Mhm?"
"Why are you nuzzling my breast?"
"You smell great."
He chuckled, and I could feel it rumble through his chest. Breaking Dawn training had made him muscled, and I had to admit that his pecs were a major turn-on.
"Well, thank you." He tried puffing his chest out even further and I laughed, looking up at him through my lashes.
He still took my breath away. Even with his hair in a crazy disarray from hours of sleeping and his eyes sleepy.
"Hello." He whispered softly, adorably, leaning down whilst pulling me up toward him to give me a lingering kiss on the lips.
"Just thinking." I murmured, kissing the side of his mouth. "About how lucky I am to have such an amazing fiancé. Especially around the holidays."
"The nights would get pretty could without me." He said thoughtfully, causing me to slap his chest.
"We're in LA, Rob, the nights aren't that cold."
"Precisely. Because of me."
I scoffed. "You Brits know absolutely nothing about the weather."
"And you Americans know absolutely nothing about good beer."
"I beg to differ. Some of the best brewers ever were American."
"Uh huh." He shook his head. "We always have the most interesting conversations."
"It has to be interesting with you, Flippy. If it wasn't why would I even bother?"
He growled and flipped us over so he was hovering above me. "Quite a thing to say to your snuggle buddy on Christmas Eve." He tickled my sides.
I grabbed his hands and kissed them. "I love you." I whispered.
He smirked and cupped my face in his hands. "I love you too. So much."
Then he brought his mouth to mine, stopping the world—and all rational thought—in its tracks.
Home. That's all I could think of when I was with him.
He was my home. He was absolutely where I belonged.
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*Kristen*
I groaned, rubbing my eyes as I rolled over onto the soft bed.
My cheek met his warm chest and I smiled, nuzzling my face into him. The smell of his cologne still lingered on him lightly, giving him a smell all his own. It was the best thing to wake up to.
"Darling?"
"Mhm?"
"Why are you nuzzling my breast?"
"You smell great."
He chuckled, and I could feel it rumble through his chest. Breaking Dawn training had made him muscled, and I had to admit that his pecs were a major turn-on.
"Well, thank you." He tried puffing his chest out even further and I laughed, looking up at him through my lashes.
He still took my breath away. Even with his hair in a crazy disarray from hours of sleeping and his eyes sleepy.
"Hello." He whispered softly, adorably, leaning down whilst pulling me up toward him to give me a lingering kiss on the lips.
"Just thinking." I murmured, kissing the side of his mouth. "About how lucky I am to have such an amazing fiancé. Especially around the holidays."
"The nights would get pretty could without me." He said thoughtfully, causing me to slap his chest.
"We're in LA, Rob, the nights aren't that cold."
"Precisely. Because of me."
I scoffed. "You Brits know absolutely nothing about the weather."
"And you Americans know absolutely nothing about good beer."
"I beg to differ. Some of the best brewers ever were American."
"Uh huh." He shook his head. "We always have the most interesting conversations."
"It has to be interesting with you, Flippy. If it wasn't why would I even bother?"
He growled and flipped us over so he was hovering above me. "Quite a thing to say to your snuggle buddy on Christmas Eve." He tickled my sides.
I grabbed his hands and kissed them. "I love you." I whispered.
He smirked and cupped my face in his hands. "I love you too. So much."
Then he brought his mouth to mine, stopping the world—and all rational thought—in its tracks.
Home. That's all I could think of when I was with him.
He was my home. He was absolutely where I belonged.
