*Amber*

“Ryan, the turkey, I think it’s been in the oven way too long,” I say as I place the last batch of cookie dough on the metal tray.

Ryan shoots me a smile, before taking long strides to the oven. I watch him slip on a mittens and stifle a chuckle at how comical he looks in them. I watch him pull out the large pan containing a whole turkey and placing it on the counter.

He turns to me, a smile on his perfectly shaped lips. I've stared at them for months and ...