Page 31 of Daddy Christmas

“Oh.” I bit my lip and peered up at him. “I like that policy.”

He hummed and rested his forehead to mine. “Me too.”

“So, um…” I fidgeted with the collar of his shirt. “We’re official? We’re together? None of that, let’s see what happens, non-exclusive, casually dating crap?”

His distaste for my last sentence was clear. “Absolutely none of that. You’re mine and only mine, thank you very much.”

I beamed.

Holy fuck, this was definitely a milestone.

“All yours.” I reached up and smooched him.

“That said…” He cleared his throat and smiled carefully. “It would spare me some grief at corporate if we let HR know we’re involved.”

I exhaled a laugh and smirked. “It doesn’t get more official than that. Sign me up!”

* * *

So…we walked hand in hand into the trampoline park, and I showed my ID to the bored teenager behind the front desk. All paying customers were leaving, and she’d be here till we were done.

Then we walked through the changing rooms that probably never saw much action aside from people changing their shoes. If they were like me, they arrived in the clothes they jumped in. In my case, a pair of sweats and a body-hugging tee.

“The short end of the park has a cafeteria,” I said. “It’s down this hall.” I pointed toward the very end. “Once you go through there, you’ll look down at the trampolines. Like, it’s open or however I should explain it.”

“I think I understand.” He pressed a kiss to my temple. “Enjoy your rehearsal. I’ll see if I get anything done.”

I kinda hoped he didn’t! I wanted to be captivating and stuff.

On the other hand, I didn’t want him to work when we got back to his place.

We parted ways for now. I entered the park through a set of heavy doors, and I dropped my bag just inside. I sort of had to, because down here, there were no chairs or off-to-the-side benches. Just the soft mattress framework and approximately twenty trampolines in various sizes. On the opposite side from where I was now, the trampolines extended halfway up the wall too, and there were a few platforms as well. A giant bouncy castle of trampolines.

I couldn’t lie, it was the best fucking rush to combine dancing and trampolines.

“Hey, Parker!”

“Hey!” I nodded to Andy and Kim as I removed my shoes. We’d bought these ridiculously soft-sole sh…actually, I couldn’t call them shoes. More like really thick rubber socks. Perfect for jumping in.

The park’s theme colors were black and purple, so that was what we’d opted for with our workout clothes too. On the opening day, we’d get tees with the company logo.

Before I jumped over to my group, I glanced up at the cafeteria and spotted Wyatt looking out over the trampolines. I waved at him, and he smiled and waved back.

If I went nuts on the trampoline below the cafeteria, I bet I could make him laugh when I jumped the same height he was at. I guesstimated the cafeteria was about fifteen feet up.

Later, maybe. For now, I ran along the mattress framework till I reached my dancin’ buddies. It wasn’t a big crowd, but we were hella good, all nine of us.

Andy was in charge, and he was a good leader. “Five minutes of warm-up!”

I left the mattress and gave the nearest trampoline a couple test jumps, and I stretched my arms and rolled my neck.

Kim jumped over to me. “Hi.”

“Hello.” I grinned.

She pointed toward the cafeteria. “That’s Mr. Abrams up there.”

“By golly, is it?!” I swung my gaze that way, all theatrical-like. “Oh my, it is.”

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