He walked across the room to me, his large frame filling up our small living room. His brown eyes shone as he gazed down at me, and I felt my heartbeat quicken as he approached. I could smell his spicy cologne as he stopped in front of me, and he bent down, brushing my lips with a tender kiss.
“Is Mr. Trent staying today?” Hannah asked, glancing up at us.
“He better be,” I said, playfully nudging him.
“Of course I’m staying, Hannah,” he said, grinning down at her. He turned back to me and leaned closer, nuzzling my cheek. “I have to leave in a few days, because I’m actually just here for a short time. But my annual R&R is coming up soon. What do you say I plan to spend it with you and Hannah?”
“I couldn’t imagine anything better,” I replied, a smile spreading across my face.
Trent glanced up, a gleam coming to his eyes. “I just realized we’re standing under the mistletoe,” he said mischievously.
“So kiss me,” I said, looking up at him through lowered lashes.
And he did.