“It is good pizza.”
“And the kiss?”
“Solid eight out of ten.”
“Ouch, eight?”
“Gotta leave room for improvement, don’t you think?”
“No, Bec.” I run my fingers from her shoulder back down to her hand, watching goose bumps appear. I weave my fingers through hers again, holding her hand, not wanting to break contact just yet. “I don’t want to leave any room for doubt in your mind this time. I want you to know I’ll give you everything you need. Every time.”
“Consider it motivation for the New Year.”
“Consider me motivated. I’ll get my ten.” Bec gave me the rules of the game. One I don’t plan on losing this time. One date at a time, and I know just where to start. Batter fucking up.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Bec
Bec:I can never face my neighbor again thanks to you.
Aiden:Okay? I’m gonna need a little context here, beautiful.
Bec:Don’t sweet talk me.
Bec:I just had something dropped off at my door.
Aiden:Did Santa bring you something? Maybe take it up with the big guy if you don’t like it.
Bec:Aiden fucking Price, I know you sent this to me.
Aiden:Hm, strange. I might have sent you something, but it was only meant to bring…holiday joy. I’m not sensing any holiday joy. I’m sensing Grinch behavior.
Bec:If you were here, I swear to god…
Aiden:Is that an invitation?
Bec:Flirty Aiden doesn’t know when he’s in trouble. You sent a fucking vibrator to my front door and they delivered it to the 85-year-old woman that lives down the hall!
Aiden:You’re welcome. Couldn’t go another day without replacing Hopper’s latest victim. I’d hate for you to get lonely in the shower.
Bec:THERE WAS NO DISCREET PACKAGING, YOU DILLHOLE!
Aiden:Oh shit, seriously? That’s hilarious.
Aiden:I mean, that’s terrible. An honest mistake, I swear.
Aiden:They always send me my stuff in discreet packaging. Did I at least get the right model?
Bec:That’s beside the point. There’s a giant picture of it on the box and a huge red bow on the…tip.
Bec:Wait, what do you meanyourstuff? What did you buy?
Aiden:I did select the “holiday packaging” option. I assumed that meant they’d wrap it in Christmas wrapping paper. Guess they decorated thepackagewith a well-placed bow instead.
Aiden:Enjoy your last year on the nice list. I’m predicting you’ll be on the naughty list next year if I have anything to do with it.
Bec:You’re unreal.