Page 59 of Promise Yule Be Mine
“I’ll go for a little walk,” I said. “Leave you two to talk.”
Before I could make my escape, Jenna jumped up and pushed me back to the living room.
“You don’t need to go anywhere. Can it wait until tomorrow? I kinda don’t want my friend to freeze to death in the middle of the night.”
Kody opened his mouth to say something but he just gave a small nod and smile and looked at the coffee table.
Was he also thinking of the time when we spent the whole evening making wedding invitations? Had he even had a good time or had he forced himself to be nice for my benefit?
“Anyone want a drink?” Jenna asked, going through her fridge and cupboard. “Shoot. We’re all out of wine. I’ll go get us some.”
“I’m okay. I’ll just have some tea or cocoa or something,” I said.
“Me-me too,” Kody said.
“Nonsense. I’ll get us some wine. We’re celebrating.”
We were? That was news to me.
“What are we celebrating exactly?” Kody asked.
Her smile widened and she clapped her hands together. “The fact we still have a cake order, of course.”
Was she being weird or was it my imagination?
I didn’t get a chance to figure it out because she’d put her shoes and coat on in record time and ran out of the door.
“Is she okay?” he asked me a moment later, still staring at the door.
I pursed my lips and shook my head. “Beats me.”
He licked his lips, rubbed his thighs and stood. “I’m going to make some cocoa. Do you want some?”
Oh, Kody. Stop it. Stop being so perfect. Stop being so sweet and caring. Stop being everything I’m looking for in a man. It’s unbearable. To have found the man literally made for me and not being able to do anything about it because he was taken. By my best friend no less.
“S-sure,” I said.
He flashed me that beautiful smile of his and walked to the kitchen to make the cocoa. I wanted to look away, to turn to my laptop, to escape into the bathroom, anything that wasn’t staring at his every move, but I couldn’t. I simply…couldn’t.
Whatever seemed to concern him when he’d come in seemed to vanish as he put the chocolate bars in a metal bowl over boiling water and got to work.
When he returned some five minutes later the house smelled divine and the cup of cocoa was the perfect hand-warmer despite it being warm already in the apartment.
“That’s really good,” I said as the notes of cinnamon, nutmeg and ginger hit the roof of my mouth and practically made me orgasm right then and there.
“Thanks,” he said.
I shook my head. “No, I don’t think you understand how good this is. It’s gooder than good. It’s perfect.” Like him.
Kody turned to me but never quite looked me in the eyes and smiled. “Th-thanks,” he mumbled.
Why did he have to be so shy? To be so cute and handsome? Why couldn’t he be an asshole? Why couldn’t he be a rude dick? Why couldn’t he be like every other groom of a straight couple I’d ever dealt with—not involved?
“I…” he said, still not looking at me. “I actually wanted to talk to you too.”
“You did?” I frowned.
What on Earth did he have to talk to me about?
