Page 33 of Vixen's Guide to Christmas
I quickly turn around, still not paying attention to anything around me, which is how I don’t realize until it’s too late that I’m walking into Kat.
Neither of us move, both too stunned, and maybe, too stupid, to move. God, I want to kiss her. Now I’m glad I have the cot because it’s the only thing that I know is going to make me be on my best behavior tonight.
“Sorry,” she says as she steps away, which is when I see she’s wearing a Biggie Smalls T-shirt that’s cut at the neck, showcasing a shoulder that my lips are dying to kiss. The sleep shorts she’s wearing barely cover her ass, which of course makes my cock hate the responsible me that has declared this woman off limits. Her face is clean of makeup, and her hair is on the top of her head.
This sucks so fucking bad…
“Kat…”
I don’t mean for my voice to hit that low tone, but I can’t help it.
“Yes?”
“If you don’t move in the next three seconds, I’m going to kiss you. And if I kiss you, I can’t promise I’m going to stop at that.”
I watch the blush hit her cheeks as she swallows a lump in her throat. And then, with sad eyes, she does what I ask and steps aside.
I hate that she listened.
I hate that we’re being responsible.
I hate every fucking thing about this.
guide to christmas (and love) rule #87
You should get extra Christmas presents for resisting the man you can’t have. Especially when he’s wrapped in just a towel.
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kat
I didn’t sleepa wink last night.
For one, having a huge bed is a little off-putting when you’re by yourself. Don't get me wrong—the bed was one of the most comfortable I've ever slept in. The sheets and comforter kept me warm. The mattress was firm but soft enough that I melted into it. But who I really wanted to keep me warm was sleeping on a cot that was too small for him, all while making noises that let me know just how uncomfortable he was.
He didn’t ask to come to the bed. I didn’t offer. We both knew where it would lead if we pried open that door.
No, the cot is the best decision for our situation.
I fucking hate that cot.
I did feel bad. Every time sleep started to find me, another sound of pain echoed in the room. Could’ve been his back. Might’ve also been my heart. It’s anyone’s guess at the moment.
How has this happened? For the first time in my life, I met someone whom I connected with on every level. Banter? Top tier. Chemistry? Off the charts. I know it was stupid, but tonight, before we went to dinner, and Grayson’s mouth was devouring me, I thought to myself that this was my Christmas present. ThatSanta knew I didn’t ask for a relationship, but he still gave it to me anyway.
Joke’s on me. I feel like the old Charlie Brown scenario where all the kids are saying what they got for Christmas, and all I got was a rock.
I haven’t moved from the bed. Grayson’s in the shower; at least, that’s what I’m guessing based on the sounds coming from the bathroom, when I hear my phone vibrating on the nightside table.
Logan
Everything okay? Haven’t heard from you but also just heard about the weather coming through.
Kat
I’m fine. Ready to be out of here.
Why? What happened?
