Page 33 of A Game-Changing Christmas

Bri’s mouth spread on a smile. “Thank you. Although I don’t know if I’ll have much an appetite after I eat my ice cream.”

“Or, we could eat the food first and dessert afterwards.”

“Like a two-course meal?”

“Exactly.”

Bri giggled. “That’s not such a bad idea.”

“You see, I’m full of good ideas tonight.”

“Or early morning,” she corrected.

“Or that.”

Bri enjoyed his comradery and looked forward to him teaching her French and them visiting his family in St. Louis. Maybe a bit too much. By the time they’d gotten back to the hospital, they’d practically scheduled a weekend vacation with one another without realizing it. It was easy to be wrapped in a flow of conversation, and when it was time to brace for the wind to re-enter the hospital, being tucked in Raphael’s toasty embrace felt like a normal place to be.

Inside, Raphael delivered the food, while Bri cleared a space at a small round table in the corner of the room. She glanced left then right, biting down on her bottom lip as Raphael approached the table.

“Tell me what you need, and I’ll get it for you.”

His deep voice laced her skin with chills, and her face heated as she batted her lashes at him.

“Oh nothing.” Bri waved the air. “I guess looking for something to decorate the table with, but,” she shrugged, “there is nothing.”

Raphael sat the food on the table. “I’ll be right back.” He strolled to a magazine counter in the back of the room and plucked the clear vase with artificial flowers rising through the top.

Watching him from across the room. Bri’s face lit up with sudden amusement, and her body tingled witnessing his confident stride back to the table. Raphael sat the vase in its center.

“How’s that?”

Bri smirked so hard her cheeks hurt. “Perfect.”

They drowned in one another’s stare then slowly shuffled around each other as they removed the dishes.

Once they’d gotten comfortable, they shared steak, potatoes, and green beans, then washed it down with bottled water.

“Time for dessert,” Bri sang.

“Do you still have room?”

Bri’s tongue fiddled the corner of her mouth as she thought. “I think I do.”

She caught him staring at her mouth and subconsciously rubbed her lips together. Raphael blinked then cleared his throat and opened the top on the pint of ice cream.

“It’s starting to melt,” he said, his voice a bit gruffer than it was before.

“Then we should eat it fast.”

Bri lifted the spoon and dipped it then held the utensil up to his lips where Raphael immediately opened his mouth and accepted the treat. As if under a spell, Bri couldn’t pull her eyes away as he folded his lips or when his tongue swooped out to taste the sweetness left on the rim of his mouth.

Her nipples hardened, and her pussy thumped, and she became instantly ashamed. But she couldn’t help herself.

After eating a third of the treat, Bri sat back against her chair.

“Now I’m full, and it’s warm in here.”

“I was thinking the same thing about the temperature.”

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