Page 56 of Blame It On the Secret Santa

“Don’t be. We both know that if you do anything to fuck things up with Cassidy, she’ll kick your ass herself,” Sam confirmed, his dad nodding his head in agreement.

“Whose ass am I kicking?” Cassidy said as she and her mother returned to the table and sat down.

“No one.” I leaned in and kissed her cheek, feeling everyone’s eyes on us.

But that wasn’t a lie because I would go to my last day making sure I never hurt her again.

Thirty-Three

Cassidy

“Hello! I missed you, too,” I said, rubbing the top of Max’s head as he jumped up and held onto me the best he could the second I walked into the house.

“Traitor,” Sean teased, shaking his head at his dog, who was obsessively following me into the living room while Sean worked on bringing our stuff in from the car.

“He’s not a traitor. He just loves me. You can’t blame him for that.”

“No. You’re right. I can’t blame him for that, but I can be jealous of him trying to steal you away from me.”

“Trust me, you have nothing to worry about. I love you both equally.”

“Ouch,” he said, holding a hand to his chest as if I’d hurt him. “I was kinda hoping that you would love me more than him.”

“I don’t want to hurt his feelings,” I whispered while covering his cute little ears with my hands.

“I would say you won’t, but he’s seriously the most emotional and needy dog I’ve ever met.”

I laughed and gave Max another head scratch before going to the kitchen, where Sean was putting the leftovers my mom sent with us in the fridge. It had been a long—but fun—day and I was ready to just sit down and relax. It felt weird not having a gift for Sean, but it wasn’t like we expected to get back together a few days before Christmas.

“So, what do you want to do tonight?” he asked, wrapping his arms around my waist and kissing my neck.

I let out a soft moan and closed my eyes as he grabbed a handful of my ass.

“This,” I whispered.

“Make out in my kitchen?” he teased.

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