Unwrap Me. Susan Lyons

both sipped in silence for a few minutes, and then she said. “Subject closed?”

      “Okay.” For now, at least. Until he decided if he wanted to pursue it.

      “Speaking of decisions,” she said in a teasing tone that sounded forced, “I’ve been thinking about the four condoms that are left.”

      “Lady’s choice.” In bed, he could give her the hug she needed, and she’d let him because it was about sex, not Christmas.

      She shrugged. “You pick.”

      He deliberated. They needed something to lighten the mood. “The glow-in-the-dark one.”