Page 101 of UnLucky Christmas
I open my mouth, but nothing comes out.
“The last few days have been incredible, and all of a sudden I’m getting a weird vibe from you.”
I furrow my brow. “What does that mean?”
He holds out his arms. “It’s obvious you’re bothered by something.”
“Me?” I shout. “You’re the one who wants to go home.”
“Only because you’re acting like you want me too,” he retorts. “And I know you’re tired.”
I fold my arms. “I never said I wanted you to leave.”
He lets out an exasperated sigh. “Are you mad because I said I may not want to go to Macy’s for New Year’s?”
I throw my arms up in frustration. “I don’t care if you don’t want to go. You can do what you want.”
He tightens his jaw. “If you really want to go, then we’ll go. It’s not worth an argument.”
I shake my head. “Maybe this is moving too fast for both of us.”
He frowns, and his eyes go distant. “If that’s how you feel then it’s probably a good idea for me to leave.”
No. That’s not how I feel.A lump starts to form in my throat.
“Merry Christmas, Whitney.”
He walks out the door, slamming it behind him.
It takes me a half a second to realize what I’ve done. I race for the door and run outside. Grant is about to get in his car when he notices me.
“Stop,” I demand. “Do you want to know why I’m upset?”
“You obviously want to tell me,” he replies, closing the car door.
I march toward him as he watches intently.
“I don’t care about going to Macy’s. I just wanted to ring in the new year with you.” I forcefully poke him in the chest with my finger. “You didn’t seem a bit fazed by the idea of us not spending the evening together.”
He leans his head to the side. “I thought you said this was moving too fast for both of us. Is that how you really feel?”
I jut out my chin. “Do you think it is?”
He steps toward me and pushes a strand of hair behind my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. This can’t be good for my heart rate. The way it spikes when he touches me is so intense it makes me lightheaded. Without a word he brings his mouth to mine and starts kissing me. His lips move with urgency as he picks me up and leans me up against the car. I intertwine my fingers in the back of his hair as I wrap my legs tightly around him, minimizing the space between us.
“Does this answer your question?” he whispers, touching his forehead to mine. “Maybe it is moving fast, but I don’t know how to stop it, and I don’t think I want to.”
My heart is pounding against the walls of my chest as relief takes over.
“Me neither.”
“Will you spend New Year’s with me?” he asks.
I nod eagerly. “There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.”
“Good,” he replies.
“Will you stay tonight? Please.”
