Page 28 of Once Upon A Christmas Kiss
“Okay, cousins, I’ll see you later,” I say, turning to look at Nicola.
“Maybe you can bring Nicola to the house,” Sofia says, resting her hand on her waist.
“Yes, that would be awesome,” Bria says, nodding.
“Yes, I think that I will,” I say, smiling looking at Nicola.
“Yes, of course, we will be there, but it will be later,” Nicola says, smiling, flashing his even white teeth.
“Awesome,” Sofia says, smiling and taking a step to hug me.
“Later,” Bria says, walking over to hug me.
Sofia and Bria stare at Nicola; I wonder what they’re thinking.
I gaze into Nicola’s beautiful green eyes, gasping for air. My chest tightens with emotion; my heart skips a beat, and I swear that I feel my soul connecting to his, like fucking always.
I missed him so much.
It looks like he wants to explain but does that mean he wants me back?
He looks like he’s a little drunk.
Could that be it?
No, I know that his eyes tell me that he still loves me, that he still wants me.
“Let’s get out of here,” Nicola says, smiling, pulling me close to his side.
“Yes,” I say, nodding, leaning into him, feeling his warmth.
We walk out of the pub, down the sidewalk holding hands, passing other couples. I look at the Christmas lights and decorations, feeling the magical spirit of love, of Christ.
The restaurants are still open, full of customers, and Christmas music is booming in the air.
We walk into the hotel foyer, into the elevator; I look at the giant Christmas tree before the doors close.
“What are you doing in Sacramento,” Nicola asks, pulling my hand up to his lips. He kisses my hand, moving his lips to my palm, and then rests them on my wrist, closing his eyes.
The elevator beeps, and the doors pop open. Nicola walks out of the elevator, pulling me along down the hall. We stop at the end; he takes out his card key, slides it over the reader, pushing the door open.
We walk inside the room, and I pull my hand out of his, placing my hands on my hips, pursing my lips, and knowing that my eyes are fucking throwing daggers at him.
The insane fool.
It’s not going to be that easy, asshole.
The blood is pounding; I can feel the fucking heat flood my face, yeah, because I’m fucking furious.
“Okay, start talking, Nicola, because I’m so fucking pissed off at you and hurt. You broke my heart; you left me waiting for you last year on Christmas Eve. So, what were you thinking,” I demand furiously, shaking my head?
“Antonella, calm down. I know that you’re pissed off and hurt but let me tell you why,” Nicola says, walking over to me, pulling me into his arms.
I can’t help but hug him back, gazing into his beautiful emerald green eyes framed with long black lashes. This man simply makes me melt, makes me dream of forever; he owns my soul.
I can’t stop feeling the intense emotions exploding inside me, my heart beats faster, and my soul sings.
I slide my hands up his thick muscular arms, burying them in his silky black hair, biting my lower lip, gazing into his eyes.
