Page 20 of Santa's Dirty Secret
"Wait, what?" Alexis holds up her hands. "What just happened here?"
“I think it’s pretty obvious,” Mason shakes his head at her.
“We’re all good,” I explain to her.
“What?” She asks again, looking between us like we both just grew a second head.
“It’s a guy thing,” Mason says and walks over to the closet to pull out his coat.
Alexis shakes her head. “I will never understand how men can just move on like that.”
“We fought,” Mason says.
“We made up,” I add.
“What’s not to get?”
"Okay, then." Alexis sighs, clearly still confused but refusing to give it any more of her attention. "I'm starving. Let's go eat."
I take Alexis's hand and squeeze it without drawing Mason's attention. She looks up at me.
“You okay?” I mouth to her.
She nods and mouths back, “Yes.”
I give her a quick wink before letting go of her hand. We may have made up, but Mason will need more time before he can start seeing signs of any physical affection between Alexis and me. But we can make up the time tonight, at my place, because when I make her come, I want her to scream and not hold back.
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Epilogue
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ALEXIS
Christmas in Paris. I don’t know what could be more romantic?
It's been a year since Nick and I got together, and he's finally given me the trip to Paris he promised me all those years ago.
We arrived two days ago and have plans to stay into the new year. Dad is meeting us tomorrow, the day after Christmas. He was going to come out sooner, but his girlfriend, Susan, asked him to visit her family over the holidays. They met at group counseling for widows and widowers. They bonded over cheap coffee and stale cookies in a church basement, but I haven't seen him this happy in years.
"What about those two?" Nick asks as we walk along the Seine.
I look to see where he's pointing. A couple is sitting on the bench, and the man is feeding the woman by hand a chocolate-covered strawberry.
"Easy," I chuckle. "Later tonight, she will most definitely be sampling his baguette."
Nick barks out a laugh, and I still find myself transfixed by his laughter. Of course, he's much more generous with his smiles nowadays, but that doesn't mean I've gotten used to admiring every crease it makes on his beautiful face. I hope I never get used to that feeling of admiration.
Nick tightens his arm around my shoulder and pulls me close to kiss my temple.
“I will never get tired of your themed sexual innuendos.”
“Good,” I hold up my left hand to show him the emerald-cut diamond engagement ring he surprised me with last night at Point Zéro in front of Notre Dame. “Because you have a lifetime of them ahead of you.”
He takes my hand and kisses the inside of my palm. “Do you have ones for other countries?”
“Try me.”
