Page 84 of Sexted By Santa
“She’s cute,” he agreed, then nudged my ribs. “Almost as cute as you in those glasses.”
I ducked my head, feeling bashful. I didn’t need glasses often, but we were seated far across the room—all the cushy, up-close chairs reserved for grandparents, the lucky bastards—and I wanted to see Tori properly.
Jaxson whispered in my ear. “Next time we get a chance to go to bed together, I want you to wear them.”
I bit down on my bottom lip, growing hot from more than embarrassment. But it did beg the question: Whenwouldwe get the chance to be together in a bed again? Jaxson’s spontaneous blowjob in the bathroom had been great, but I ached to be naked with him, sharing kisses and secrets in the intimate space between our bodies for hours on end.
Something in my expression must have given me away. Jaxson winced. “Sometime soon,” he promised.
I nodded. “I know.”
Patience is a virtue, I reminded myself.Jaxson is worth the wait.
It had only been three days since we agreed to date seriously. Only a little more than twenty-four hours since he’d dragged me into the bathroom for a quickie. But we’d been spending so much time together it felt longer. We’d had dinner together three times, lunch twice, and spent the hours between talking, cooking, watching television, and following a skipping Tori around the winter festival.
Not to mention all the tension we’d built up through those fake dates and sexting sessions.
It was all happening fast, but it felt so right that I didn’t want to fight it. For once, I didn’t want to set rules andcontrolthe parameters of our relationship. I just wanted to experience it, at whatever pace felt good for us both.
Tori’s song ended. Half the snowflakes bowed, and the other half curtsied. Gender roles at their finest—but at least they’d intermingled girls and boys in the same song. The crowd applauded, cheering, as the curtain went down.
Tori’s performance had been the finale to an hour-long program that mostly featured kids standing on risers and singing like a discordant choir. Some kids were off on the timing, and others couldn’t carry a tune. A few shouted the words instead of singing.
It was delightful. I had no idea that kids’ programs could be so entertaining.
Jaxson and I had laughed while craning our necks to keep our eye on Tori, who was nearly blocked out by a taller blond boy, while they did hand motions along with the song. Tori made the most dramatic gestures—at one point smacking that boy right in the face. I’d nearly broken a rib trying to keep my laughter to acceptable whisper-level. Jaxson had turned red, tears pouring, as he muffled his glee.
The audience stood as parents and other family members went to collect their children. We joined the crowd, squeezing into the moving line that was clomping down the bleachers. The school had staged the winter program in the gym since they didn’t have an official auditorium. My ass tingled as I started moving, half numb from sitting on a hard surface for so long.
Jaxson reached for my hand when the crowd threatened to separate us. I threaded my fingers with his, chest warming at the thoughtful gesture. He was always so considerate and aware of me, even when he had to keep an eye out for his daughter.
“She’s over with that teacher,” I said, pointing toward the far corner.
“Oh, I see her. Thanks.”
He turned, squirming between clusters of families, and pulled me along behind him. As we approached the teacher I started to have second thoughts about whether Jaxson would want to introduce me.
I raised my voice to be heard over the clamor. “Do you want me to wait outside?”
Jaxson glanced back. “No, it’s fine. Unless you want to escape this madness? I’d understand.”
“No,” I said too quickly, even though escaping this kind of chaos was usually my first concern. “I want to tell Tori how great she did up there.”
Jaxson grinned. “Good, then stick with me.”
We finally made it through the crowd, and Tori lit up when she saw Jaxson. “Daddy, did you see me?” she squealed, taking a running leap at him.
As if they’d choreographed the move, Jaxson dropped my hand and caught her in mid-air. He spun her around once. “I did. You were the prettiest, most glittery snowflake up there!”
“That’s because I’m a glitterbug.”
The teacher laughed. “She did a great job. She had a little stage fright when she first saw the crowd, but she pushed through it.”
“No? You afraid to show off?” Jaxson teased. “Not possible.”
Tori giggled. “There were a lot of people watching.”
“There were.”
