Page 13 of Mistletoe Kisses

Mylo

“Be careful not to burn yourself!”

I barely register the sting, the adrenaline pumping through my veins. Hell, I don’t realize Delilah is checking out the red mark on my wrist once I’ve set down the pan of cookies.

I kissed her.Fuck, what was I thinking? I let a moment of weakness guide me and now, I know what she tastes like. Must’ve put mint in her tea, or maybe she snagged a minty chocolate piece of candy after lunch. I don’t know. Either way, she tasted delicious and like my favorite flavor. There’s a craving for more, growing bigger and bigger by the minute.

If I leave the kitchen, I don’t know if I’ll have the strength to keep away. I’ll want to press her against some dark corner and kiss her ten more times before I’m satisfied. Rub against her until my cock can finally find some relief.

“How is that?” Delilah adds too much burn cream to my wound and squints at me when my answer doesn’t come fast enough. “Are you alright?”

If I tell her no, she’ll assume it has something to do with my attitude on life lately. She doesn’t have a slight clue about the fight going on in my head.

“He’ll be fine, it’s hardly much,” Henry assures her once he sees the small oval against my wrist.

Clearing my throat, I nod. “Yeah, he’s right. Give it five minutes and I won’t feel it.” Hell, I don’t feel it now. All I feel is hunger. An itch to scratch. A need that needs to be taken care of, one I’ve been neglecting for far too long.

It’s hardly been a year since I got my hands on divorce papers. Hardly a few months since those court hearings. Before Cassidy’s return, I wanted nothing to do with love. Nothing to do with any woman who could inflict the same kind of pain. I never wanted to go through this again.

Now I feel my heart in my chest as it beats, the numbness completely gone. Fuck, it’s working overtime every time I’m caught alone with her. Even worse, if it weren’t for Delilah calling for me, I’m not sure I would’ve had the strength to pull away from the younger woman all by myself. I would’ve flattened her against that archway and devoured her.

Hell, I think I’m addicted.

Delilah squeezes my hand, bringing me out of my thoughts. She stares at me, her brows bunched together. “You sure you’re alright?” Her eyes search like she’s hunting for something that doesn’t involve the small injury. It’s like she can sense something is off. “We can bust out the painkillers if need be.”

Henry shakes his head with an eye roll and I do the same. No type of medicine is going to make me feel better. The only solution to my problem is somewhere in the living room. I don’t think either of these two will want to give me another dose.

Fuck, what am I even thinking? I shouldn’t have kissed her. Shouldn’t have caved. Now look at me. I’m distraught, all distracted.

Once I’m released, I help her pull out two other pans. So many cookies. More than necessary, but that’s only because I ate too many of them the night before. All in hopes of feeding this craving.

“You’ll help us ice these, won’t you?” Henry is hopeful, clearly looking for company as his wife makes him design little snowmen and reindeer.

“Can’t say I’m much of an artist,” I start slowly, hoping they won’t drag me along.

“I’ll help.” Right behind me, Cassidy’s voice vibrates straight through my tense muscles. “Though, I’m sure four people will make this task a quick one.” She moves next to me, blinking those wide eyes. She’s biting her bottom lip, the same one I caught between my own.

My heart is going at it again, doing whatever it pleases.

“I guess I can put in a little effort,” I mutter, knowing I’m not going to be able to stay away. Instead, I’m going to be looking for any excuse to be near her. Even if the other two are in the same room, I won’t be able to help myself.

I should put distance between ourselves. That would be the responsible thing to do. Before any real damage is done. Before I try to trick myself into believing Cassidy would’ve kissed me if we weren’t under some plastic plant.

Delilah clasps her hands together, delighted by having everyone on board. While Henry works on getting even more into the oven, she takes over making the icing.

While we wait, we sit at the table. Right at my side, Cassidy tangles her fingers together. She’s nervous, avoiding my eyes. However, the smallest smile teases me every time I sneak aglance in her direction. Beneath the table, I feel the warmth of her foot graze my ankle. Fuck me.

Holding back isn’t an option. I’m going to need another taste of her soon. The only question left unsolved iswhen.

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Sitting in a dark room can’t be a good look for me. Yet, I’ve got a lot on my mind as I sit in the living room. I’m too busy staring at the hanging mistletoe to let my mind slip too deeply.

For once, the topic weighing me down isn’t everything that’s gone wrong during this year. It is about the woman hiding in her room, probably from me. That’s all I can do until I can properly talk to her about this hunger manifesting in the pit of my stomach.

If I get near her right now, I think I may try to kiss her again. I’m not too sure that’ll be what I need to fix my issues. Maybe it is, who knows? For now, I’m better off waiting for her to come to me if I haven’t scared her off completely.

I know I’m not presenting myself very well when Henry and Delilah come creeping down the stairs. Hearing their voices before they appear, I pull out my phone to look busier than I am.

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