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“Nope.” I pop my lips on the p while shaking my head. “Not even those pouty lips will get it from me.” His bottom lip sticks out even further and I reach forward and bite it, eliciting the sweetest growl from him.
“Little hint?” His hands rub circles over my chest before settling around my neck.
“It’s Christmas related. That’s all I’m giving you.” Roman opens his mouth to say something, but I halt him by scooping him off the counter and depositing him on his feet.
“No. No more talking. Dance with me, Supernova.”
Roman’s smile reaches his eyes, the tiniest crow’s feet spreading on each side.
“Can’t think of anything I’d rather do right now,” he says, wrapping his arms around my waist and resting his head over my rapidly beating heart.
I sway us towards the far counter where I hit play on the ancient-looking boom box. The sounds of Frank Sinatra singingHave Yourself a Merry Little Christmasflow from the speakers.
Lifting Roman’s arms, I place them around my neck, then wrap my arms around his lower back and pull him impossibly closer. We stay like that, our feet moving patterns across the kitchen floor as one song fades and another starts. Nuzzling my cheek to his, I chase his lips and kiss him and kiss him and kiss him, until my lungs beg me to stop and my heart begs me to never let go.
Chapter seventeen
Roman
“You’re going to need to wear something warmer than that,” Garrett says, pointing to the thin long sleeved t-shirt I threw on after my shower. “And pop a hat over your wet hair.” It’s just past lunch time, we spent the morning in the lounge – Garrett writing, while I read and then coaxed him into the hot tub. Now we’re getting ready for this big surprise he has for me.
“Why Gare Bear, are you worried about me?” I place a hand over my heart and flash him my biggest grin.
“Don’t be a brat. I don’t want you getting sick again. Tomorrow is Christmas. Do you really want to spend it in bed?”
He has a point. Although…
“Define what we would be doing in bed? Because if it involves naked bodies and lube, you can count me in.”
Garrett manhandles a green beanie over my hair and then kisses my forehead.
“If you get sick again, it won’t be nearly as fun as you’re imagining.”
“Fair,” I mutter, tearing through the contents of my bag and finding a thick, patterned fleece which I pull over my t-shirt.
Garrett leaves me to get ready, and I stand in front of the mirror and line my eyes with black eyeliner before swiping a shade of pink gloss over my lips. My blue fringe peaks out from below the beanie and I adjust it so that it’s parted over my forehead.
I look cute in a cosy-sexy, let’s stay in and make love in front of the fire kind of way. “You’re falling hard, Supernova,” I say to the mirror, my chest fluttering at the confession. I purse my lips, resigned to keeping this little nugget of information to myself. I can’t expect Garrett to want more than this. I’m a lot to take on. I’m messy, not to mention exceptionally clingy, and I don’t know how to be a boyfriend. We’d never work outside our little bubble. Fuck, I can’t even be trusted to take a photo with a mall Santa without fucking it up. What would a successful man like Garrett want with my chaotic life? With me?
I shake my head. “Keep those thoughts to yourself,” I say. “It’s just sex.” And maybe if that was the truth, maybe if sex was the only way we connected, it would be easy to picture walking away from him at the end of our time here.
Leaving the bedroom, my feelings neatly packed into a locked safe, I head into the kitchen where I find Garrett filling a thermos with boiling water, then screwing the lid on.
“I’ve made Red Bush tea,” he says, lifting the black flask and tucking it into a backpack. “I don’t know which tea is most appropriate for this surprise, and I’ve never tried it so…”
“It’s a good choice,” I reply. “Even though I have no idea what you have in store for us, I know it’s a good choice.”
His lips tip into a lopsided grin. “Great. Coat on. Let’s do this,” Garrett says, wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling me in for a kiss. A kiss far too heated for two people who are meantto beleavingthe house. His body is warm and welcoming, the sweet scent of his cologne invading my senses.
My cock thickens, pressing against the satin of my underwear.
“Garrett,” I whine, pushing against his chest. “Not cool.” I shake my head, loving the way he chuckles, his eyes shining with an intoxicating mix of amusement and arousal. “Not cool at all.”
He shrugs, gliding out of the kitchen and to the front door, where he puts on his coat and brown hiking boots.
“You tempted me with that gloss. I had to know how you tasted.”
Garrett opens the door and steps outside. Pulling on my coat and boots, I follow him out.
