Page 91 of One Foggy Christmas
Before I can react, Nash flips around and crawls over to me. The weight of his body presses against mine as our legs tangle together. His green eyes scan my face as his soft lips lift into a smile. He brings his hand to his mouth, using his teeth to pull off his glove—the action oddly sexy. He takes the glove from his mouth and chucks it to the side.
The back of his hand gently brushes down the side of my face. My breathing gets heavier, moving in tandem with the wild heartbeats inside my chest. I don’t know what his next move will be, but I want it no matter what it is.
“I love your freckles.” His finger plays dot to dot on my face between a few of my more prominent flecks. I close my eyes, relishing in the feel of his touch.
Warm lips press against the corner of my mouth. I peek my eyes open, catching his own half-closed gaze as he slowly moves to kiss the crow's feet at the edge of my eye.
Is Nash an outlier—a man so sweet and perfect that he’s too good to be true?
Or does he just love methatmuch?
I arch my back, pressing my body into his, wanting,needingto feel the flame between us. My chin lifts, coaxing his mouth to mine.
Instead of a kiss, my lips are met with a smile. His tongue clicks in mocking disapproval.
“This is a family-friendly event. I don’t want Cindy Lou Who’s dad to have to cover his daughter's eyes. I mean, what do you think this is? The Chicago Christmas tree on our first date? You think we can just make out in front of all these people?”
I purse my lips together, hitting his arm playfully before pushing his body off. “You’re the one who laid on top of me.”
Nash sits in the snow beside me, shooting me a wicked smile. “Don’t act like you didn’t want me to.”
I turn away, hiding the red blush creeping up my cheeks.
But he’s right.
I wanted everything he was offering, and that thought terrifies me.
NASH
Per Lynette’s advice,I’m on this pattern where I wait three days between every date I have with Sadie before taking her on another one. Luckily, today is a date day. Since it’s midweek and nothing is happening in town, I had to get creative.
“It’s really hard to walk with you covering my eyes.” Sadie’s hands reach out in front of her as if I’d let her walk straight into a tree.
“Almost there.”
She shivers, giving me the satisfaction of knowing my whispers against her neck affected her.
I guide her to the edge of the dock in front of her house and count to three before pulling the blindfold away from her eyes.
“Tada!” I say proudly, gesturing to the small red boat in the water.
“You put a Christmas tree inside my dad’s boat?” Her sideways smile gives me the impression she might think I’m crazy.
“Romantic, right?” I climb inside, literally rocking the boat back and forth. “I got the idea from that women’s Google site.”
Her eyes narrow. “Women’s Google? Is that a new thing that’s happened in the last three years that I don’t remember?”
“No, you know the thing where you, like, pin stuff?”
“Oh.” I nod in understanding. “You got the idea from Pinterest?”
“Yep.” I reach out to help her, but she doesn’t accept it.
“You put the Christmas tree in the center of the boat.”
“Yeah, mostly for balance but also so we could face each other and see the twinkling lights.”
“Well, if you help me in, how am I going to get around the tree to sit on my side of the boat?”
