Page 26 of Once Upon A Christmas Kiss
“Right,” I say, shaking my head. I pour some more whiskey into the glass, taking a long drink, closing my eyes.
Fucking hell.
That dude and the whiskey open the door that I always keep close. But, hell, I don’t need to dream, and I fucking don’t need to believe in magic.
Fucking hell!
I take another drink of the whiskey, closing my eyes.
A pair of honey-brown eyes and an incredible smile flash through my mind, burning into my soul.
Fuck!
I pick up the whiskey bottle and pour the golden liquid into the glass.
Regrets, I only have one that consumes my soul.
I let her go to protect her from the darkness that I live in, the darkness that I am.
I let her go because she’s pure light.
But this Christmas, it’s magical, now she’s mine. So, this winter night will be full of naughty dreams and love.
I let the “one” go, but this time she’s mine.
I turn to look at the corner; I watch the girl walk to the other side of the pool table. She leans down to position for the shot moving her head up as if she feels my stare.
Fucking shit!
It’s my Baby Girl!
My eyes connect with hers, my fucking heart stops, and my cock gets hard. I grind my molars, not thinking about a thing; my mind is fucking blank as I stare at my woman, my Antonella. Then, about a minute full of emotions bombarding me, my mind is numb, the sensations are exploding, making it hard to breathe.
Fuck, I’m holding my breath.
I inhale, exhale, lowering my eyelids, pushing off the stool, sinking my black leather shoe onto the floor, taking long urgent strides across the pub. I continue staring at her, our gaze locked as we live in our own little world, like always. I watch her eyes, studying her every gesture. Her eyes widen, tearing up; she bites her lower lip, inhaling deeply. Then, finally, I reach her, grabbing her arm, pulling her close.
“Antonella, Baby Girl! I miss you; I need you so much,” I say, wrapping my arms around her small waist.
I feel her tremble in my arms like she always did, her soul soaring with mine.
“What do you mean? You’re the one that disappeared on me exactly a year ago! So, what do you want,” Antonella scoffs, shaking her head?
She lowers her eyelids halfway, hiding her soul, her heart from me. That fucking blows my mind; she’s never hiding a fucking thing from me. It breaks my heart; the fear enters my soul; what if I’ve lost her.
I know that I can’t fucking live without her; I don’t want to. But, now that she’s in front of me, I’ll be damned if I’ll ever let her go, never again.
I don’t fucking care what our brothers say or do; it’s not happening.
I’m done living without her.
I’m done staying away from her.
“We need to talk. I can explain everything; please give me a chance,” I say, leaning in close, shamelessly begging in her ear.
I kiss her neck, burying my face, inhaling her delicious scent fucking trembling. I can’t control these feelings that are fucking going crazy; my head is full of images, remembering everything about my woman.
Fuck!
