She had some fantastic points, he thought as he took another drink. "Definitely love," he said with a nod of his head, setting the glass down on the table. The thoughts about Christmas were fading away.
He could focus on what he loved about her. "How stubborn she can be, how driven she is, how she has this fire, and stands up for herself," he sucked in a breath, shaking his head. "Then there's the way her arse looks when she climbs into bed, the way I find her hair in my bed even after she's gone home," he gave a warm laugh. "I'm fucking gone," he admitted with a huff, one hand coming up to rub his cheek. "Hope you're right, that she's not done with me. I don't even know what made her change her mind to give me the time of day."