"We have time for another round in the sheets, don't you think." I nipped at her lips, loving the way she groaned at my aggression.

"No. I want to be pretty for church."

"Done. You're always drop-dead gorgeous. No need to make the other girl's jealous. That's not real nice." I kissed her again and lamented as she pulled away from me and walked across the room to get her bag. She was the finest thing I'd ever seen. I needed to go to church. I had to make a deal with God. If he gave her to me and let me keep her forever, I'd do anything he wanted.

"Get up, handsome. We need to grab a cup of coffee on our way out this morning."

"I have coffee in there. I'll get up and make you a cup." I moved to the edge of the bed and stretched, almost forgetting about my cast.

"You don't have creamer, and it's the holiday season. My peppermint hot chocolate will be gone soon." She sat her bag down next to me, and I couldn't help but reach out and run my hand down her back and over her rear. I leaned over and kissed her hip a few times before she playfully pushed me away.

"You want a peppermint hot chocolate, that's what you'll get." I got up and hopped over to my crutches, not at all worried about being naked in front of her. I planned on being with the woman behind me for the rest of my life, I just wasn't ready to share that with her yet. No reason to scare her, but I smiled at the thought.

She got dressed quickly, and I texted my Dad that we would be at church. He was thrilled that there was a "we" to it.

Chloe helped me into my jeans from the night before and we bumped heads during the ordeal, laughing it off after we got over the initial sting of it.

"This is almost as bad as that night that poor girl made you bleed from your skinny jeans." Chloe helped me out the door as she teased me.

"I was bleeding that night. Ain't nothing funny about that."

She turned to me and looked like she was going to say something, but she just winked.

"Oh yeah?" I had to egg her on. "Did you look it up in the dictionary and see that you're wrong?

"About what, baby?" She sounded as sweet as sugar.

"About ain't being a word."

"Ain't isn't a word. Get in the car, and let's get going." She chuckled, and got in the driver's side, leaving me to figure out how to get up into her jeep with only one working leg.

"I see how it is." I turned and pulled myself up by my arm strength, and then tugged the crutches in with me. I turned to see her mouth open as she stared at me. "I'm impressed."

"Yeah? Honestly that was wicked hot. I'd like to see you do that without your shirt on."

I looked at my watch. "We got time now?"

"Yes, but we need to make sure we have time for what's going to happen afterward." She slid her hand down my thigh and squeezed as she pulled out of the driveway.

"I think I need to hear more about this, but after church. You remember how the doctor joked around with us about me being turned on by you?"

She chuckled and glanced at me sideways.

"Yeah, my Dad isn't going to think that shit is funny." I paled at the thought. "Not in the slightest."

* * * *

I was surprised to see Milly seated on the other side of my father when we arrived to the little white church house just before the service started. I pressed my hand on the small of Chloe's back and guided her into the pew to sit by my father.

He turned and smiled at her, and even more surprising than Milly being there was when Chloe leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. He blushed and Milly reached around and squeezed Chloe's hands.

"Have you met Milly?" I asked, leaning around to shake hands too.

"Yeah. I'll tell you the story later." She snuggled in beside me, and I couldn't help but let my eyes roll over her. Her dark blue dress hugged her waist and flared around her thighs, cutting off above her knees. The dark brown boots she wore stopped below her knees and her neck was adorned with a pretty set of brown beads. She smelled like heaven, and I wanted to tug her closer and press my lips to her neck.

I didn't hear a damn thing the preacher said because I was too busy planning out every detail of my life with the beautiful girl next to me. He asked us to bow our head, and I was all too grateful for the service being over. I was pretty sure the rest of the congregation was in trouble for sinning outside the church, but there had to be a special place in hell for those of us doing it in the church...during a sermon.

"You kids want to come back to the house for lunch? Milly put on a roast this morning for the two of us." He looked over at Milly and winked at her.

I glanced toward Chloe and lifted my eyebrow. Maybe we didn't have much work left to do. Seemed the two of them were already getting together and doing domesticated things.

"You want to, baby? You free or you need to get home?" I reached for her hand, pulling her closer to me and wrapping an arm around her waist.

"I need to get home in a couple of hours. I'd love to have lunch with you guys."

"Good. You can help me put up my tree." My Dad chuckled. "I know. It's tomorrow, but I don't have it up yet."

"How fun." Chloe looked over at me. "My Dad didn't put one up this year. I honestly just realized that."

"Should we do one at my Dad's and then yours?" I asked. There were few things in life that I hated more than putting up a Christmas tree, but I was willing to do just about anything to spend more time with my girl.

"No. It's too late. I'll get him next year. It's just a good reason to give him tell over something this year." She moved to my side, and I waved over my shoulder to my Dad, promising that we would stop by the house for clothes for me and then come over for lunch.

We drove back in silence as Christmas music played over the radio. There were so many things I wanted to say, but I wasn't sure how to start the conversation. The last I'd heard, Chloe was staying until Christmas, and then heading back home.

Christmas was tomorrow.

"You want me to run in and grab you some sweats and a t-shirt?" She turned to look at me after putting the car in park outside of my cabin.

"I would love for you too. Can you grab the large red bag by the bedroom too? It's got all my gifts in it that I've picked up for everyone."

"Sure. Anything specific on your clothes?"

"No. Anything will work. It's just me and my Dad."

"And me." She reached over and squeezed my hand. "You're okay with me coming out to your Dad's tomorrow after I open presents with Parker, right?"

"Of course. I hate the fact that we can't spend the night together tonight. Seems a shame." I turned to look out the front window and let out a breath I didn't know I'd been holding.

"I'll be right back." She got out of the car, and I turned to look out the other window, not sure how I was going to get through the idea that last night might have been our last time to make love together. It seemed absurd, like that couldn't possibly be our outcome, but it could.

She got back in the truck a few minutes later and laid a small bag at my feet. She sat down the bag of goodies she made me beside it. "Take these to your Dad's and let him enjoy some of them. You were so damn greedy about them the other night."

"I still am." I turned to her and took her hand. "Chloe. I just want you to know that I meant what I said last night. I know it doesn't make sense, and it's only been a few weeks, but I love you. I don't want to lose you, and I need you to think about if that matters to you."