Page 49 of Under the Mistle-Foe

His eyes softened as he stroked my cheek with his thumb. “Why does it sound like you had a crush on me even back then?” I could hear the teasing in his voice, but I nodded earnestly.

“I’ve liked you for a lot longer than you think.”

His mouth hanging open had me laughing. His nose crinkled the way it did when he was thinking. “Don’t tell me you fell for me when you got lost as a kid and wandered into the diner?”

That had my laughter stopping immediately. I pressed my lips into a thin line, refusing to answer. Remy’s eyes glittered as he watched me.

“Wow, I was stealing hearts even as a kid,” he joked, obviously taking my silence for affirmation.

“I hope not,” I muttered. I wanted Remy all for myself, and now that I had him, he better not be stealing any other hearts but mine.

Remy got all quiet again as he looked at me. Emotions swelled behind his brown eyes that looked faintly familiar to my love that swelled up for him. Or maybe it was my wishful thinking.

“What are you thinking about?” I finally couldn’t help but ask.

His thumb continued to stroke my cheek. “Just thinking about how I want to drag you home and show you how happy you make me feel.”

The air hitched in my throat. The sweetness of his words heated my body. I couldn’t even feel the harsh wind blowing past us.

“What are we waiting for?” I said, tugging him in the direction of our car.

“But what about the event? You’ve been excited about this all week.”

I pressed my lower body against his, so he could feel the half-mast I was already sporting. “I’m much more excited about going home with you.”

His eyes darkened. He didn’t argue and instead was now the one pulling me in a rush. The entire drive home it took my entire will to focus on the road. Remy’s hand played with my thigh, being such a fucking tease when he knew I couldn’t do anything back.

When I parked inside my garage, I practically sprintedout of the car and dragged Remy with me. Our clothes trailed behind us in our rush to the bedroom.

Sugar and Spice meowed to get our attention, but we’d firmly shut them outside the bedroom door. That was the one bad thing about having pets. No kitchen sex, nor could I ride Remy on the couch since I wasn’t too keen on having sex in front of my fur babies.

But behind the privacy of the closed door, I could have my way with Remy. Kissing him all over and crashing our bodies together to get closer. Remy was urgent too, quickly prepping me until I easily took him.

We hadn’t said the words yet, but the way he held me, the slow thrust of his hips and each delicious slide inside of me, and the way he looked at me like I was someone precious, showed me his love.

I came to him chanting my name as he bruised my lips with kisses, but the night didn’t stop there. I couldn’t even remember how many rounds we had, but the last thing I remembered as sleep claimed me was being snuggled in his safe arms.

Ringing woke me the next morning. “Hello?” Remy’s groggy voice sounded as he answered the call. I groaned and scooted closer to his warmth. Loud purring activated behind me, so Remy must have opened the bedroom door to let the cats in sometime after I’d passed out last night.

I wanted to snuggle deeper into Remy’s arms, but he suddenly shot out of bed. I sleepily propped myself up too and squinted my eyes at him.

“Sorry, babe. It’s my office. Go back to sleep,” he whispered and plopped a kiss on my forehead before padding out of the door.

The wordofficehad all traces of sleepiness disappearing. I quickly checked my phone and realized it was barely seven.Why the hell was Remy’s office calling him so early in the morning on a Saturday?

It couldn’t be anything good, and that had my anxiety rising so much I couldn’t stay in bed any longer.

It made sense, though. Remy only returned to town to help his dad while he recovered. And now that Adam had mostly recovered, he had no reason to stay…

I paced the room, hating the idea of Remy not being in Christmas Falls with me anymore, but I couldn’t beg him to stay when he had a whole life and job to return to in New York.

My thoughts were killing me, so I quietly sneaked out of the room and crept down the stairs to find out what the phone call was about once and for all. I wasn’t proud of the fact that I was sneaking around, but I needed to know. So, hiding around the corner of the living room, I perked up my ears to hear him say, “I’ll see you when I’m back.”

My heart stopped.

That was the confirmation that Remy was leaving.

Leaving me.

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