Page 128 of One Foggy Christmas
His lips burn a trail of passion from my earlobe down my jaw and back to my neck. That’s when I decide I’m not a good multitasker.
“Mom, my phone is cutting out. I’ll have to call you tomorrow. Love you guys!”
I end the call and look directly into Nash’s blazing eyes.
“You little liar.”
I could kiss that mischievous smile right off his lips.
“Did you really expect me to be able to concentrate with you kissing my neck like that?”
“Nope.” His grin gets more prominent. “You’re at a huge disadvantage. I know just where and how to kiss you.”
Playfully, I punch his shoulder, which causes him to tickle me. I squirm in his lap until I eventually settle, curled up in a ball with my head on his chest and his arms around me.
“I canceled my room in Montreux,” I say.
“Really?”
“Yep.”
“Where are you going to stay, then?”
My lips drift upward. “I got a note that said, ‘Nash and Sadie. We hope you’re enjoying your time in Switzerland. Should you choose to forego your individual rooms, please use this key to stay as a couple in the fantasy suite.’ I decided to forego my individual room.”
Nash’s chest lifts up and down as he laughs. “You can’t remember me or anything about our three-year marriage, but you can remember—verbatim—TheBachelorfantasy suite note?”
“Some things just stick with you.”
He hugs me closer, pressing a kiss to my head. “I guess I’ll let you stay with me in my fantasy suite.”
“Was it always like this?”
“What do you mean?”
“You and me. Did our marriage always feel like this?”
“For me, it did.”
“Did we ever fight? I mean, besides the Nick Jonas night.”
“We were just like any regular couple. We had disagreements.”
“What did we fight about?”
“Stupid little things.”
“No big things?”
“I mean, the biggest thing was probably your family.”
“Why, ‘cause you didn’t like them?”
“No, not that. You’d get annoyed at me whenever I tried to get you to call your parents or pressed you to make up with them.”
I shift my head, looking at him. “I should’ve listened to you instead of getting irritated. You were right to push me toward forgiveness.”
“I could’ve tried harder. Done more. That’s one of my biggest regrets.”
