Page 26 of Mistletoe Meet Cute
You’ve thought about it though, Holls.
Luke
You have?
Holly
Of course I have. Have you seen Camden Monroe?
Luke
Jesus Christ.
Hadley
Yeah. Bet she’d be calling him that after a good fucking.
Briggs
How come she can say it?
Holly
Please. PLEASE. Just stop. We’ll be over after four, and I don’t want to hear anything about slow or sweet or screwing. Got it?
Hadley
Fucking.
Briggs
Again. Unfair.
Ryleigh
That’s why she’s Hades.
Holly
I’m out. See you later.
Pulling tights up pudgy baby legs should be an Olympic sport. It’s definitely a test of endurance. And it’s one I’m failing at miserably. Sophie squirms every which way, giggling, before I finally have them on and can slip her sweet romper over her head. Her chubby pink cheeks dimpled as she laughs some more. “Just you wait, sugar plum. We’re going to get your very first Christmas tree today. Do you know what that means?” I ask her as I scoop her into my arms.
Sophie smooshes my face between her hands and tries to swallow my nose.
“How’s she taste, Soph?” Camden’s velvety voice asks as he walks into Sophie’s room, and I can confirm my knees weaken with the thought of this mantastingme.
Did it just get hot in here?
He takes her from my arms and gives her a teeny, tiny toss into the air until she’s belly laughing and unimaginably happy before he tucks her against his chest and she lays her head on his shoulder.
This right here... the two of them together and happy. This does things to me.
Makes me think things I shouldn’t.
“Are you ready to go?” Camden asks, and I nod, words failing me as I take my first good look at him. My God, he looks delicious. Dark jeans and dark boots, a gray sweater and a dark-blue peacoat. Yes, please. This man should be a walking advertisement. Women would jump at the chance to buy clothes for their husbands and boyfriends with the promise they’d look like him. I know I would if I had either. “Holly?”
“Yes... Right. I’m good. I just need to grab my jacket.” I pick up a bag I packed earlier for Sophie. “I’ve got bottles, diapers, a change of clothes, and pajamas in here, in case we stay for dinner and she crashes on the way home. Her jacket and hat are downstairs.”
