Page 84 of One Foggy Christmas
“What?” She stares back. “That’s adorable.”
It is adorable, but my mind automatically goes to Stetson.
My answer might be different if he didn’t have a girlfriend, but he does, making my life with Nash my only option. I should at least try to make it work.
“Okay, I’ll go on a date with you.”
“Perfect.” He leans back into his chair, a happy smile lighting his face. “I'll pick you up tonight. Wear something nice. This is a serious date.”
“You’re one to talk, flannel boy,” Annie sneers.
Nash’s eyes whip to her. “Hey, I don’t appreciate that joke.”
But he laughs easily anyway.
There’s a knockon the barn door that connects Nash’s room to our shared bathroom.
I roll the door open. “I’m just about done in here.”
His eyes slowly travel down my body and the black body suit of Annie’s she convinced me to wear. The top is like a bralette, and the middle is sheer, giving a glimpse of my torso. Then she let me borrow a chunky tan cardigan and black wide-leg pants. She said it was the perfect combination of sexy and classy.
Judging by Nash’s expression, it’s leaning a little too hard on the sexy side.
He drags his wide eyes back up to my face, not bothering to do anything about his slacked jaw.
“It’s Annie’s.” I panic. “Is it too much?”
“It’s the perfect amount of much.” His lips turn into a flirtatious smile. “Trust me.”
The first flutters of butterflies bounce around my stomach, catching me off guard, but was that because ofhimor because it was nice to feel wanted?
“Um…” I glance down, quickly gathering my stuff off the counter. “I’ll get out of here so you can get ready.”
Like a whirlwind kicking up dust everywhere, I pile everything into my arms and spin out of the bathroom, pulling the barn door on my side of the room shut with my big toe. The force is too much, causing the whole thing to bang shut and roll back open five inches.
I drop my stuff on the makeup vanity in my bedroom and take a seat. My eyes catch the outline of Nash behind me. From where I sit, I have the perfect view through the mirror of him in the bathroom. That five-inch opening—thanks to the barn door—provides a lot.
He holds one of those cordless electric shavers. Leaning closer to the mirror, he turns his cheek like he’s about to shave but stops and slides off his shorts so he’s only in his briefs. Then he goes for his shirt.
His arms get caught in the sleeves, making the entire action take longer than it needs to, andmaking his muscles ripple as he fights to free himself from the fabric. Once over his head, he tosses the shirt on the floor in his room.
Now, he’s only in his underwear, slung low on his hips. His body pitches forward as he begins to shave. It’s allveryappealing. And another piece to why I married this man falls into place.
Well done, Sadie.
I congratulate myself on choosing a husband that’s physically so attractive it hurts my eyes.
I mean, I literally have to look away to make the pain stop.
But now I can’t concentrate on putting my makeup on. I reach for my phone, shooting a text to the one and only Edward Cullen.
Sadie
Nash is shaving in the bathroom…in only his underwear. And because I accidentally left the barn door slightly ajar, I can see him through the mirror.
Edward Cullen
Oooh, fun! Talk about a great start to your date.
