Page 10 of The Merriest Christmas

"Yeah.Have the baseball players found the chocolate Santas yet?"

"Did you hit your head?"

"No.Did you hit yours?"

Seaver turned that piercing stare on me."Are you seriously joking right now?"

I shrugged.

"Emilia."

"Don't say my name like that," I said.

"Like what?"

"Like you know me.Like I mean something to you."

Seaver tilted his head.

"And don't try to pretend like I do."I held up a hand."It will only make me more pissed."

"Still not sure why you are," he said.

I scoffed."Can you just drive?I need to get back.Don't want my mom or Finn to worry."

"I texted them right when I found you."

"You did?" I said in surprise.

"Yeah."

"Well, that was thoughtful, I guess.What are you doing out here anyway?"

Seaver gave me a pointed look."I think you know."

"Were you leaving?" I said hopefully.

"You wish," he said.

"I do.I really do."

Seaver laughed quietly, and I hated my ears for liking the sound so much.

"Can we go now?"

" In a second, I just want to check something."

"Fine, but…w-what are you doing?" I said, cursing myself for stuttering like some kind of schoolgirl with a crush.

But Seaver was suddenly closer.His hands were on my face, his fingers probing my temples gently.

"Does this hurt?" he asked.

I shook my head.

"What about here?"

As his fingertips brushed through my hair, I had to fight back a moan.

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