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“Emerald.” Jon shouts across the table.

Darcy’s, Kate’s, Jensen’s, Luna’s, Felicity’s, and my head all dart to him. “You were asking about the color. It’s emerald. Adam chose it.”

Felicity pulls Jon in for a hug. Clearly, this is new information to her too. “I love it.”

I turn back to my girlfriend. “That will look gorgeous on you.”

She flushes slightly, and I follow it all the way down her neckline and past the hot-as-fuck, low-cut, red sweater she’s wearing.

“What do you want to do on Christmas Day? I was thinking a movie binge followed by fucking you on every surface,” I say low enough so the others can’t hear.

“Yeah, I heard that,” Kate says around the breadstick she’s eating. She points the remaining half between us. “I’m reconsidering my award for the most sickening couple. You two are giving these two a real run for their money,” she says as she points to Jon and Felicity.

“I second Kate,” Darcy adds. “It’s kind of gross.”

Felicity scoffs. “Oh, excuse me, young lady! How many times have I had to scurry out of the room since your tongue is stuck down Liam’s throat?”

Darcy blushes hard.

“Don’t worry about it. We’ve all been there with our parents.” Luna tries to reduce her embarrassment.

“Oh, have we now?” I say with one eyebrow raised. I’m joking, but really, I’m insanely jealous. The thought of Luna with anyone else makes me want to tear the world down. It also makes me want to haul her into the bathroom and fuck her just like we did at the bar. But that plan is soon put on hold as our food is brought to the table.

“What’s the plan for searching for schools then?” Jensen asks Luna.

“Jeez, give her a minute, will you? She just moved across the country three days ago, and her things are in shipping containers,” Kate responds, giving Jensen an unmissable dead eye.

“Fuck me, I was only asking,” he replies with equal animosity before sitting back in his chair and taking a swig of beer.

Glossing over that exchange, Luna drums her purple fingernails on the table. “I actually saw an opening for an Art and Design position at the local high school only five blocks from where Zach lives.”

“We live,” I correct her.

“We live.” She smiles. “I might apply for that during the holidays. I have nothing to lose I guess.”

“Might as well. But there’s no rush to find anything,” I add.

“There is. I’ll get bored and then be even more of a pain in your ass.”

“You’re only a brat some of the time,” I say, leaning down to kiss behind her ear. Goddamn, I can’t keep my hands off her.

Idon’t wantto keep my hands off her.

“You know what, babe? I think you’re right. Those twoare thecouple to beat.” Felicity points at us both.

“Woah, woah, woah. Hang on a—” Jon holds up a hand.

But his protests are met with a garlic knot to the cheek courtesy of Jensen. I swear that guy has the hand-eye coordination of a god. “Give it a rest, guru.”

Felicity snorts a laugh and wipes the garlic butter from his face with her napkin. “Ignore them, petal.”

“Yeah, ignore them,petal,” I mock, taking a bite out of my ravioli, which incidentally is nowhere near the same level as Luna’s.

Narrowing his eyes, he pins me with a glare. “It’s not too late to reconsider my choice for best man.”

I point at Jensen with my fork. “The world’s greatest goalie is always an option.”

Kate snorts loudly, almost choking on her pizza. “I think not.”