Page 77 of Unexpectedly Falling
Just for them.
Reaching up, my fingertips trace over my bottom lip.
I’m smiling, because the thought of having that someday with Remi has a wave of joy running through my veins, lighting me up from the inside out.
“We tried to change our flights but there’s a storm comin’ in this week and?—”
“Mama,” I say gently.
“I know, I know,” she huffs and I can’t help but chuckle.
“Enjoy your time with Indie and we’ll see you soon, all right?”
She sniffs as we say our goodbyes, and I have to remind myself that even though I’m a mama’s boy and would move mountains to make her happy, this is for the best.
Things with Nessa are tentatively good and I don’t know how many holidays we’ll have like this.
I want to make it count.
And all that starts just as soon as I get out of here.
NESSA
I’d wokenJensen up with a Christmas blow job, then kicked him out of bed before his alarm went off so he wouldn’t disturb Remi. He’d pouted a little but only because he didn’t know we planned on bringing dinner to him later.
Remi and I spent the morning wrapping the last of the presents, making lasagna, and getting everything ready for Jensen’s big surprise. We played Christmas music and I twirled her around the kitchen, my heart having never been so full. It was silly but it had been a long time since I’d let myself just be in the moment, completely uninhibited.
Grabbing the red sweater I just ordered online, I pull it over my head and smooth it down as my phone rings.
“Merry Christmas, Kins,” I say as I put the call on speaker and fix my hair in the mirror.
“Merry Christmas to you! Are you wearing the sweater I sent?” she asks and I laugh.
“No, I ordered this one. I’m wearing the one you got me for our friends’ Christmas.”
“You’re adorable, you know that?”
“I don’t think many would agree with you.”
“Well, they can sit on it and rotate for all I care.” She huffs and I have to pull my hand away to make sure I don’t get lipstick all over my face as I laugh at the indignation in her voice.
“What, did you miss your newly scheduled booty call?”
“Hardly,” she scoffs. “I don’t know why you think Ineeda man. I do just fine on my own, thank you very much.”
“Oh my gosh, youlikehim.” The words sound like an accusation—because they are. In all the years I’ve known Kinsley, I’ve never seen herdateanyone, and I’m pretty sure that’s what she’s doing even if she can’t admit it.
“That’s absurd. You can choose to have repeat sexual encounters with mind-blowing orgasms andnotget attached.”
Letting out a low whistle, I don’t bother responding because she’s in denial and it’s working for her.
For now.
“Do I know him?”
“You…don’tnotknow him.”
Her cagey answer is just one more confirmation that something is definitely different about this guy. He’s kept her attention, and she’s being secretive which either means she doesn’t want to jinx it or they’re not supposed to be together.
