Damien's POV

My mother was happily humming Christmas tunes around the house. We had just finished decorating the tree.

I walked out of my room and to the kitchen. My mother was pulling things out of the fridge while Crystal was reaching for something in the cabinet. I walked up next to her.

"Need some help?"

She jumped in surprise and her hand swiped a bag of flour in the cabinet. It slipped off of the shelf and fell onto the counter. A cloud of white came up and was soon over us.

I rubbed at my face and saw Crystal doing the same to her own. She had blotches of white covering her face and flour was all over her hair and clothes. Her eyes were wide as she looked at me. Then she laughed.

My mother turned towards us. "What in the world happened to you two?"

"I'm not as bad as Crystal." She was covered from head to toe.

"Yes, you are." I looked to Crystal who was now standing there with a fist full of flour.

"Don't you dare."

Her hand came closer to my face and she threw the handful of white dust. I shook my head trying to get it off but it only ended in a cloud of white around us.

I could hear my mother laughing. Crystal had a smile on her face.

"I can't believe you did that." I tried to look serious even though I just wanted to laugh. She frowned.

"I was only kidding." She looked like she wasn't sure what to do.

"I'm only messing with you." She didn't see me grab my own handful of flour until I had it in front of my face. Her eyes widened. I blew. Her face was now all white.

Eventually we had to clean up our powdery mess. We used a rag to clean off our faces but instead of getting straight in the shower I helped my mom and Crystal bake Chritsmas cookies.

At ten thirty, my mom said she was ready for bed.

"You're okay with putting the rest of the cookies in the oven?" Crystal said she had it taken care of and my mom left the room.

As soon as my mom left the room the timer on the oven went off and we brought the cookies out of the oven. Crystal put a new sheet of dough into the hot oven and gathered up the dirty bowls. She scraped her finger inside a bowl with a thin layer of dough that we wouldn't be using. She sucked the gooey mess off of her manicured fingertip.

She held the bowl towards me. "Want some?"

"No."

Her finger was back in the bowl. She held it up closer to my face. "Doesn't that look good?"

It did look enticing. I couldn't help myself when I grabbed her wrist into my hand and put my lips around her finger. My tongue wrapped around her soft skin taking in the sweet flavoring.

I pulled away. "That is good."

Her face was now burning red and she slowly pulled her finger back.

Oh God. Now I had gone too far.

Crystal's POV

He had my insides a fluttering mess. When I held up my finger I was only trying to show him how good it looked. Then his mouth came around my gooey finger, and I could only wonder what his lips would taste like.

The timer on the oven went off. We reached for it at the same time and our fingers brushed against each other. He pulled back and I clicked it off.

Slowly, I opened the oven and pulled out the fresh smelling cookies. We had been baking for a few hours and had more than enough cookies to show for it. We were finally done.

I sat them on the counter to cool and turned off the oven.

"Do you want to," I turned to look at Damien as he was speaking, "watch a movie or something?" I could tell he was really trying not to walk away.

"I'd like that." I fingered my hair. "Do you mind if I get a shower first?"

"Go ahead. I'll get one when you're done."

He started placing dirty dishes into the sink.

"I'll clean up when I'm done with my shower." I told him.

But when I came out to clean, everything had already been put neatly away,

I was already dressed in warm pajamas. I sat down in the living room on the big comfy couch curling my feet under me.

It didn't take Damien long to finish his shower and he was soon handing me a thick blanket and sitting next to me keeping some distance between us.

Alicia's POV

I woke up in the middle of the night to get a drink. A small light was shining from the living room so I went to check it out.

The TV was playing an old version of Frosty the Snowman. I flicked it off and looked to the sofa. Crystal was lying on top of Damien with her head pressed tightly into his chest. He had his arms wrapped around her and his hands were on her back. I placed the blanket that had fallen to the floor across their bodies.

Both looked so content in each others arms. They were helping each other without even realizing it.

This is a short chapter, I know, but I think it's a good one for showing how Damien and Crystal are coming around to each other. I'm sorry I took so long to update. I've had a lot going on. Please review so I know what you think. :) Thanks! Kel