Page 8 of Love for the Holiday

“Love?” he whispered.

“Hmm?” My whisper was as faint as it could get without being mute.

“If we don’t sit back in our seats, I’m going to kiss you.”

Butterflies. Millions of butterflies seemed uncaged in the pit of my stomach. A warm sensation began to cover my body as anticipation of us kissing grew.

“Is it bad that I’d let you?” I asked.

“Not even a little bit.”

He angled his head slightly before leaning down and capturing my lips with his own. His lips were warm and soft. At first, he seemed as though he was going to end the kiss as a swift, gentle one. However, his hand came up behind my neck and his tongue slid between my lips.

Wantonly I parted my lips. My own tongue slid inside his mouth. He tasted of peppermint and coffee. A taste I could definitely get used to.

The kiss was slow and passionate. The kind of kiss you see on theHallmarkchannel. The kind of kiss I always dreamed of sharing with a man. A man like Jacob.

Slowly, Jacob pulled away, ending the kiss. Our foreheads rested against each other’s.

My heart was still fluttering from our kiss.

CHAPTER FIVE

“Wow,” Jacob whispered breaking the silence between us.

“Mmhmm,” I breathed. “Definitely wow.”

Jacob cupped the side of my face with one of his hands. His other hand was wrapped around my waist. He stood tall and looked down at me.

“I promise, this isn’t the reason I came over,” he smiled bashfully. Color was rising in his cheeks. The tip of his fingers was playing with the edge of my shirt.

“It’s okay.”

“I really did come over here to check up on you and have that coffee with you,” he whispered.

“Really, it’s okay.”

Everything inside me told me he was telling the truth. It wasn’t like me to trust without someone earning it, but Jacob gave me a feeling I couldn’t describe. Somehow, I just knew he wasn’t like other men.

“Well, I still want to get to know you.” He pulled out my chair and I took a seat, and then he took his seat.

“What do you want to know?” I asked before taking a sip of coffee.

“Hmm…” he chuckled. “How long have you lived here?”

“For almost, seven years. I moved here after I graduated college.”

“What’s your degree in?” He took a sip of his coffee but watched me over the brim of the cup.

“Dentistry.”

“You’re a dentist?” He seemed beyond shocked, which made me laugh.

“Why do you say it like that?”

“I’ve never had a dentist look like you.” He set his cup down.

“Um...thanks?” I wasn’t sure how to take his comment.

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