Page 42 of Holiday Unscripted
I push open the door and walk to the side, grabbing a paper towel, and wipe off the icing from my hand before I turn the water on. I add soap to my hand and the door slams open from behind me, and I look into the mirror and see him coming in, a scowl on his face.
“Seriously,” he hisses, and I shake the water off my hands and turn it off before grabbing the paper towel and wiping them dry before turning around and facing him.
“Seriously,” I hiss back at him, “you did that on purpose.” I step closer to him, making me toe to toe with him.
“Why the fuck would I do that on purpose?” He looks down at me, his eyes narrow.
“Because you suck.” I push his chest back. “Because I was going to win.” I push him again. “Because you want to piss me off.” I’m about to push him again when he grabs my wrists in his hands and then turns me, so my back is against the door. He drops my hands but only to grab my hips, and then his mouth is on mine. One of my hands flies to his jaw while the other cups the back of his head. His tongue slides into my mouth and I tilt my head to the side as the hand holding his jaw now wraps around his shoulder. He picks me up and my legs wrap around his waist. The kiss is hungry and wild, both of us trying to take it even deeper. I know nothing good can come from this. I also know I will throat punch anyone who comes in and tries to stop us.
CHAPTER 16
Nate
MY ONLY WISH (THIS YEAR)
I wrap one arm around her waist, picking her up off her feet as she wraps her legs around my waist. As the other arm moves up her back to grab the back of her head, as I try to take over the kiss. She pushes herself deeper into me as her hand that’s on my jaw moves to the back of my head. We hold each other the same way as I kiss her or she kisses me. Either way, I kiss her like it’s either the last kiss I’ll ever have or it’s the last kiss I’ll ever give her.
I’m about to press her deeper into the door when I feel someone pushing on it. “Hello.” I hear Jack’s voice. “I think one killed the other and pushed them against the door.”
I let her go but I don’t move back from the door until it’s being pushed again. “Are you okay in there?”
“No,” Elizabeth throws over her shoulder, “we are not okay.”
“Unwrap your legs from my waist,” I whisper, even though I don’t want her to. I feel her uncling herself from me.
“Ugh,” she gulps as she stands on her feet and then lifts her hand to wipe my lips. “Do you want to lie on the floor and play dead, or do you want me to do it?”
“Why is anyone playing dead?” I ask her and she points over her shoulder toward the door with her thumb.
“What other excuse are we going to use?” She barely gets the words out before she’s pushed forward and Jack squeezes in.
“What the fuck is going on here?” he asks me, and I get so nervous that my mouth is moving before I even know what I’m saying.
“She’s blocking me in and refusing to let me leave.” She gasps out.
“I was not.” She looks over at Jack, who stands in between us, looking at her, then at me.
“She wouldn’t move until I admit that I ruined her house on purpose,” I fabricate, and she just shakes her head side to side, her mouth literally hanging open. “She blocked me from leaving and threatened to kick me if I got closer to her.”
“Oh, I’m going to kick something all right,” she threatens me, coming to charge at me but Jack catches her and pulls her away from me. “Let me go.”
“Calm down,” he snaps. “Now the two of you are going to go out there and be civil.” He lets her go and she shrugs away his hand. “Or else the next time, I’m going to let Mom have a go at both of you, and you do not want that.”
“Make sure he stays far away from me.” She side-eyes me and I want to tell her she’s fucking dreaming if she thinks I’m going to stay away from her after that kiss we just shared. I plan on kissing her a lot more, but before that, we really need to clear the fucking air and she’s going to tell me why she left me that morning. She storms away from me, pulling open the door, and I think she growls as she walks out.
“Listen,” Jack starts, “I’m not saying she was right.”
“I didn’t do it on purpose.” I put my hands on my hips. “It literally slipped out of my hands.”
“Well, we all know Elizabeth can be a bit?—”
“Of a hothead,” I fill in for him and he grins.
“I was going to say competitive.”
“She’s that too,” I mumble. “I’ll stay clear of her,” I tell him and he smirks.
“I’d also sleep with one eye open if I was you.” He looks down and laughs. “Remember what she did to me when she found out I was the one cutting her dolls’ hair when I tried to convince her we had ghosts in the house.” I can’t help but laugh at the memory. “It took forever for my hair to grow back.” He turns and walks out of the bathroom.
