Page 40 of Just A Dash of Holiday Magic
Chapter 5
RYAN
Dad and I had a lot to talk about, and there were moments when I thought that we would both lose our tempers with one another, but I swear I felt my mom with us. She was always the cooler head that kept us from going at it. So we have a lot to work through, but we are both in a place where we are ready to move forward.
I check my phone, and still nothing from Julianna. I don't want to bug her because she's with David and her sister, but I ache for a chance to see her, talk to her, and kiss her.
Christmas Day is over, and tomorrow will begin the cleanup of all the decorations. Of course, it's always sad to see it go, but I guess that’s what makes it that much sweeter next year.
I’m lying on the covers of my bed watchingDie Hardfor the umpteenth time when my phone buzzes in my hands.
JULIANNA: Are you still up?
ME: Yep. Watching Die Hard.
JULIANNA: Oh Hans Gruber *swoon*
ME: Not. Cool.
JULIANNA: LOL. Do you want company?
I sit up in bed. Is she asking to come over right now? As if there was any answer in the world I'd give that didn't have the wordshellandyesin them.
ME: With you. Always.
JULIANNA: I’ll be there in ten.
I pace the length of my apartment, trying to burn off some of the nervous energy I'm feeling. I don't need to look like a hyperactive spaz when she walks in.
The buzzer rings, and I press the button that unlocks the gate. I open the door to my apartment and wait for her to at the top of the stairs. She’s in a black coat and heels. I wonder if maybe they went out somewhere special to celebrate, and that's why she's all dressed up.
“I didn’t think I’d be seeing you until after your sister left.”
Julianna walks past me into the apartment. “She said that she wanted to give me the night off.”
“I’m glad you’re here.”
“Good, because I wanted to give you a surprise after everything you did for David and me."
"You don't have to—" I start to say when she pulls the belt of her jacket, and it opens to reveal that the only thing she has underneath is a matching red lace bra and panties. “Oh fuck.”
“Should I have let you open your present?” she asks.
I can't take my eyes off the soft mounds of her breasts and the ample curves of her hips. "There are still some things left I'd like to open."
Julianna lets her coat slip from her shoulders and onto the floor. The sweatpants I'm wearing do little to hide my raging cock. I’d planned to take a shower before bed to ease some of the tension brewing in me when my thoughts slip to her, but this is so much better.
She points to the hallway. “Is your room this way?”
I nod and watch her walk away, glancing suggestively over her shoulder to see if I'm following her. Then, after a moment, I snap out of my trance and chase her down. She giggles and runs into the room, spinning around just as I run into her, and we both fall onto the bed.
“Oomph,” I grunt as I land on her. “Are you okay?”
“Something hard is poking me.” She smiles. “But I was hoping that would happen when I came over here.”
I stand up and reach behind my head and pull off my shirt. Julianna’s hand finds the bulge in my sweatpants and squeezes gently. I rest my hand over her to stop her.
“If you keep doing that, this might end a bit sooner than you hoped.”
