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Love.
A hesitant and terrifying consideration.
Reid is the embodiment of the perfect man. Calm and patient and good to his very core. He’s smart and funny and everything I’d look for in a partner if I were looking for one. Kind and full of hope.
It would be sillynotto love him.
“We’ll see,” I say. “For now, we’re going to keep doing what we’re doing. Seeing where it goes and having fun.”
“I’ll drink to that,” Emmy says, lifting her drink. “To good dick and men who treat us right.”
I laugh, and we knock our glasses together. “Thank you so much for letting me join the festivities.”
“We’re happy you’re here.” Maven rests her cheek on my shoulder. “It’s nothing special, but it’s nice not to be alone this time of year.”
“Don’t sell it short, Mae,” Reid says from behind us. I turn around and see him leaning in the entryway of the kitchen, his arms folded across his chest. “This is my favorite holiday because I get to spend it with you all.”
“My expectations are low after Thanksgiving,” Maven says. “The burnt turkey really brought the mood down.”
“And Dallas and I were stuck out in Phoenix so we couldn’t even enjoy it.” Reid walks to the fridge and pulls out a water bottle, his gaze moving to me. “How are you doing, Sinclair?”
“I’m good.” I smile and hold up my martini. “I have alcohol and friends. What more do I need?”
“Sounds perfect if you ask me. Did you tell them about the concert?”
“Oh.” I brighten, looking at the women and beaming. “The Ella Wright concert? I’m so excited.”
“I told Dallas our relationship hinged on him getting us seats,” Maven says, popping a cherry from a bowl on the island in her mouth. “He made quick work of that.”
“Maverick walks around our apartment singing her songs.” Emmy smirks. “I think he likes her more than I do.”
“I like her too,” Reid says. “I put June’s presents under the tree, Mae. Hope that’s okay.”
“That’s perfect. She always loves what you get her.” Maven stands and kisses his cheek, sneaking me a sly glance. “Will you help me clear the appetizer plates, Em? The ham will be ready soon and we need some space.”
“Sure.” Emmy finishes off her drink and sets it in the sink. “If you want a second, Avery, let me know. I’m happy to make you another round.”
“I think I’m good right now,” I say, crossing my legs and sighing. I feel warm. Content and surrounded by excellent company. “Thanks, though.”
The girls disappear, leaving Reid and me alone. He brushes the hair away from my neck and kisses my throat.
“Did you tell them?” he asks.
“Yeah.” I close my eyes and hum when he moves his mouth down my neck. “My smeared lipstick kind of gave it away.”
“Whoops.” He drops a kiss to my cheek. “Guess that’s my fault. You’re irresistible, Ave. I can’t help it.”
“A few months ago, you wanted nothing to do with me,” I say.
“And look at me now. I’m bringing you to Christmas Eve dinner.”
I spin on the stool so he’s standing between my legs. I hook my fingers in the belt loops of his jeans and tug him closer to me. “I’m so glad I get to be here with you.”
“Me too,” Reid says. “I’m glad you get to celebrate with our friends.”
It’s funny to think we’ve cultivated a life that blends together so easily.
I felt like I’ve been muddling through the last couple of years. Grieving my dad. Adjusting to a new role away from home. Getting over a breakup and learning to love myself again. Branching out and trying new things.
