The Christmas Present

The next day Sharni got a text from Mitch first thing. She smiled as she read it. He said he would be at her place by nine that night. She couldn’t wait. All day she bubbled over with excitement and she knew it was visible when several times during the day different family members asked what was going on. But how could she explain that the usual Christmas festivities were underpinned with anticipation. She didn’t want to share Mitch just yet. She wanted to hug the knowledge of him to herself for a while. So she just told them she was feeling the Christmas spirit more than usual that year and this seemed to satisfy most of them.

Late afternoon Sharni headed home. It had been nice being with her family but she was looking forward to spending the evening with Mitch. It had been a long time since she’d had someone special to share Christmas day with. 

Still full from lunch she didn’t bother with dinner. She’d bought some leftovers home that she and Mitch could share later if they were hungry. So after showering and changing into a light floaty top made from blue chiffon and a short, white, full skirt Sharni opened a bottle of sparkling wine and sat down to watch a movie.

On the dot of nine her door bell rang and she hurried to answer it. Mitch smiled down at her and reaching out to clasp his hand she pulled him inside and closed the door. 

“Merry Christmas” he said.

“Merry Christmas” she replied and then reaching up, she kissed him.

Mitch folded his arms around her and for several minutes they remained in the passage. Then easing back Sharni grasped his hand again and led the way into the living room. When they’d taken a seat on the couch she said “would you like a drink?”

“Mmm” he nodded “soon” and moving her to sit on his lap, his mouth was back on hers.

Sharni smiled against his lips and shifted so she was facing him, her knees on either side of his thighs. He pulled her closer.