Page 61 of Five Days of Christmas Spice

She reaches for her robe that’s on the back of the door.

“You should probably wash off, too.”

“Yeah. I’ll be quick.”

“Can I watch?” Holly smiles, leaning against the sink.

“Be my guest.”

I step into the shower and give myself the quickest wash ever. I want to get back to holding her. To the aftercare she so deserves.

“I’m done.”

Holly hands me a towel.

“How are you feeling?” I drape my arm around her shoulders as we walk back into the room.

“A little emotional. A little shaky.”

“Perfectly normal reactions,” I reassure her. I grab a bottle of water and an energy bar from the fridge.

A knock sounds on the door.

Grabbing my pants, I throw them on and, bare-chested, open the door.

A server is there with a cart, dome-covered plates, a bottle of whiskey, and cutlery.

“Thank you,”

“Of course, Mr. Brennon.” The server nods.

I wheel the cart in the room.

“Sit at the table, Holly.”

She does, and I lift the domes off the plates, placing them on the table. The food smells delicious, and I suddenly realize how ravenous I am. I tuck into the grilled salmon and vegetables.

“Eat,” I order her.

She’s hugging herself with a dazed look on her face. “Did you like it?”

Her voice is so small, so far from her confident way of speaking.

“What?” I’m not sure I’ve heard her correctly.

“Did you like it? Was it okay?”

In two steps, I’m kneeling beside her chair, cupping her face in my hands. I kiss her soft lips gently.

“Did I like it? Holly, that scene was amazing. I loved every second of it, and you were glorious.”

“Thanks,” she glances at the floor.

“I was giving you a few moments before I started to run the scene down, but we can do it now if you need to. Did you like it?”

“Yes.”

She says it even before the words are out of my mouth.

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