Page 53 of Blame It On the Secret Santa

“That’s all fun and good, but what are we supposed to do about Christmas? I don’t think my family is going to take too kindly to me running outside to get mystocking stuffedif you know what I mean.”

“That’s easy, peasy. I’ll come inside and say hi before taking you to your room to ravage you and get my fill.”

“I don’t think they’re going to like that either,” I said with a laugh. “But you are welcome to come have dinner with us if you’re not busy.”

My heart fluttered in my chest as worry started to wash over me. We weren’t even technically back together—or at least we hadn’t talked about whether we were or not. I couldn’t just expect him to give up whatever plans he might have to join us.

“You don’t have to. There’s no pressure t—”

“I’ll be there, Cass,” he said, interrupting me as he held me tighter against him.

“Okay.” My voice was barely above a whisper as I thought about how I was going to explain all of this to my family.

“Stop overthinking things,” he warned, putting his hand on my thigh as my leg started to shake and the water sloshed over the side of the tub. “Everything will work out perfectly fine. I’ll go to dinner with you at your parents’ house if you come to lunch with me at my parents’ house.”

I turned my head to look at him, wondering if he was serious.

“You want me to come to your family’s lunch?”

“I do. I think it would be nice having you there.”

“What about Declan?”

“What about him?”

“I don’t know,” I rushed out, turning to face him the best I could. The tub was big, but it wasn’t really big enough to turn around without someone losing a limb. “Don’t you think things will be awkward between all of us after what happened?”

He shook his head, his answer evident on his face.

“Not at all. Eventually, we will all have to clear the air between us, and I think it’s better to do it now instead of waiting and dragging it out. We’re all adults. I don’t see any reason to keep letting this come between us.”

“That’s easy for you to say,” I replied with a soft laugh. “I’m still pretty angry with him for keeping us apart this whole time.”

“Well, not to worry. I know just the thing to get that anger out of you.”

He grabbed my arm and pulled me back to him, this time facing him as I straddled his lap.

“If this is how we’re going to deal with my anger, I might have to keep finding new things to be mad about,” I teased as I reached down and lined him up at my entrance.

He lifted his hips and pushed inside as I leaned forward and kissed him. We fit perfectly together, our bodies quickly becoming one as we made love.

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