"Merry Christmas, Haley," he whispered back. "And thank you."
"For what?"
"For being the most precious present a breed could ever receive."
"Merry Christmas, Noble," she whispered, touching his cheek, their gazes meeting in the mirror once more.
"Merry Christmas, Haley," he whispered back. "And thank you."
"For what?"
"For being the most precious present a breed could ever receive."