Page 10 of The Merriest Christmas

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"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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