Page 56 of Better Not Pout
Somehow, we both get lost in our tasks, me helping him with whatever he needs along the way until hours pass, and when I look at the clock, I see that we need to be done and leaving within the next hour.
We made it. Barely, but we made it.
I place the last box onto the cart and blow out a breath. “Okay, that should be it.”
He glances up from the ribbon he was tying and nods. “I have a confession.”
“Okay…”
“I’ve got a bit of a sweet tooth,” he mutters as he unties his apron and pulls it over his head. “For the last ten-plus years, I’ve followed a strict diet for hockey, and I rarely get to eat anything sweet. Even after the injury and my retirement, I’ve followed it because I want to stay in shape. But fuck, Rosalie, these are tempting.”
“Ah, so a closet sweets lover. Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone. It’s not like anyone could tell anyway with your dozens of abs.”
Abs that I seriously cannot get enough of.
He chuckles, moving toward me. “They’re tempting, but they’re nothing compared to how tempted I am byyou. I’m beginning to realize that my sweet tooth is foryou, Rosalie Sullivan.”
twenty-one
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Wells
Definitely Deck the Ex. Fuck the Halls
“I can’t do it,”Rosalie whispers from the entrance of the event building, boxes of candy piled high in her arms. “I can’t go in there. God, why did I ever say yes to this?”
That’s partially my fault, and a pang of guilt settles in my stomach when I see the worry etched into her pretty face.
“Hey,” I murmur softly over the top of the boxes in my own arms, angling my body to face her. “You can. That asshole doesn’t deserve shit from you, Rosalie, and it just shows how good you are by doing something like this for someone who’s hurt you. We drop it off, and we leave. In and out.”
For a second, she just stares back at me, chewing anxiously at the corner of her lip.
“You’re beautiful, strong, kind. You’re everything perfect that asshole in there will never get again. Okay? You have the power, baby.”
Her eyes flutter shut, and a long, deep, blown-out breath spills past her lips before they reopen, and she nods. “Okay. You’re right. I can do this.”
“Fuck yeah, you can. Now, let’s go in there and get this shit over with so I can spend the rest of the night proving how perfect you are with my tongue…” I lean closer, pressing my lips to the edge of her jaw before moving them to her ear. “And my cock.”
When I pull back to look at her, her cheeks are flushed pink, her eyes hazy with arousal.
That’s my girl… So fucking responsive.
A constant temptation.
One that is going to make us even later than I know she wants to be. The party is set to start in the next thirty minutes, and we’re just now about to walk inside.
“Wow,” Rosalie breathes, her nose slightly scrunched. “This is… an interesting decorative choice.”
“Yeah, no shit,” I retort with a laugh.
The inside of the building looks like a bottle of Pepto has exploded and is covering every surface. Tablecloths, centerpieces, hell, even the chairs have huge pink bows hanging on the back of them. Literally, everything inside is a different shade of pink, and not the kind that really seems to flow together.
I don’t know shit about parties or decorating, but this feels like a bad choice.
Rosalie shifts on her feet with the piles of boxes. “It’s certainly very… love themed?” Her gaze flicks around the room, landing on her ex and his pink-crayon fiancée. The dress she’s wearing is so fucking poofy, he’s standing a good foot away from her because I don’t think he can actually get any closer.
There are only a few guests here so far, but they’re all dressed like they’re attending a celebrity wedding, in tuxedos and long gowns, adorned with furs and shiny jewelry. Yet, we’re in Mistletoe Falls, and it feels completely out of place.
