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I shake my head. “That was hot. And my answer is yes.”
His frown deepens. “Yes, to?”
“Doing that. Hunting me in the woods…all of it.”
“Seriously?” Garrett pushes me onto my back and I land with a thud. Then he’s sliding his body over mine, pressing up on his elbows. “Aren’t you afraid of the woods?”
“Not if you’re the only thing chasing me. But I have one condition.”
He raises a brow.
“I’m going to need you in full mountain man attire. Axe and all.”
He laughs, then kisses me. “Anything you want.”
How anyone could call this man boring, I will never know. Though maybe people are like locks and keys. You either fit together or you don’t.
Garrett and I fit.
He moves his hips, his jean covered erection brushing against me.
“Can I taste you?” I ask.
Garrett kisses my cheeks and then my nose.
“When I get back from the store.”
I cannot fucking wait.
Chapter fourteen
Garrett
The air outside is deceptively cold – the sky a bright blue, giving false hope for a warm December day. Not that I mind the chilly weather – being a bit of a homebody, staying in when it’s icy out, is one of my favourite ways to spend an evening. Throw in a cup of hot chocolate and a good book, and I can’t think of anything better.
My feet halt. Actually, yes I can. Because now I’ve had the pleasure of spending time with Roman Otley, and suddenly my idea of a perfect evening includes having him plastered to my side. Kissing his pouty lips, touching his smooth skin, breathing in his cinnamon scent.
I pull my beanie further down over my ears and increase my speed down the treelined path into the village of Christmas Falls. I take in the surrounding woodland, a smile plastered on my face when I picture the flush on Roman’s cheeks and the bright sparkle in his eyes when he agreed to acting out my fantasy.
Fuck, he is beyond perfect.
My first stop when I reach the high street is to dip my head into the bakery, where I order a hot cup of coffee and a selection of freshly baked pastries.
“That all for you, love?” the lady behind the counter asks, whilst placing my order of two caramel yum yums, shortbread mince pies and cinnamon buns in a box.
“Yes, thank you.” She rings up my order, and I tap my card against the card reader. “Actually, do you know how I can organise a cab back to my cottage? I don’t have my phone on me.” I had considered bringing it, but the temptation to check on my life back in London and to get a glimpse of what the world is saying about my new house mate would have been too strong for me to resist.
And I’m not ready to pop our little bubble. Time will do that for us.
She hums under her breath before saying, “Charles, our local cabbie left about ten minutes ago for an airport run, so he’ll be gone a few hours. His son usually covers for him when he’s busy. I’ll give him a bell. Are you ready to go back now?”
I shake my head. “I need to collect a few groceries, and –” I look around the festively decorated room. “Is there somewhere I can buy decorations?”
The lady smiles, leaning forward with her elbows resting on the counter between us.
“There’s a Christmas shop a few doors down. This close to Christmas, it may be slim pickings, but you should be able to find a few bits and pieces. Finding a tree? Now that could be tricky.”
A tree. Fuck. When it had only been me staying in the cottage, when it had been my plan to drink wine and read all of Christmas day, a tree hadn’t mattered. Who would I have been decorating the place for?
