Page 89 of Bragg's Christmas

Love Hill

“You’re still here,” Damon murmurs.

Shit. Shit. Shit. Did I read the entire situation wrong? Does he want me to leave? I thought… Never mind. It doesn’t matter what I thought. It matters what Damon wants.

“Do you want me to leave?”

His arm tightens around me. “You’re not leaving.”

His scratchy just woke-up voice saying those words sends warmth through my body. There may even be some tingling and a few butterflies in my stomach. It’s official. I’ve reverted back to being a teenager when her crush says he likes her.

Although, I’ve never been a teenager whose crush liked her. Considering the Mr. Simon situation, good boys didn’t want me. But the bad boys sure did. I shove those thoughts out of my mind. I’m done dwelling on my past. It’s time to concentrate on my future.

“You know what this means, don’t you?” Damon asks.

“What, what means?”

He squeezes my middle. “Me and you in bed.”

“It means we had sex and fell asleep sometime after round two.”

He chuckles. “No.”

I roll until I’m facing him. “No, we didn’t have sex? Do you have a body double somewhere pretending to be you giving out orgasms while you do your Angel of Death duties?”

He growls. “I do not have a body double.”

“Just checking. Your entire family consists of twins after all.”

“Not my entire family. I’m the first born and I’m not a twin.”

I raise my eyebrow. “You sure? You don’t have a twin locked up in the basement to do your dastardly deeds for you?”

“I think you’d have figured out if I had a man locked in the basement by now.”

I feign a shiver. “The basement’s scary. I avoid it. You could be hiding a meth lab down there for all I know.”

“What is your obsession with me committing crimes?”

I shrug. “Evil villains are hot.”

“What about superheroes? Are they not hot?”

“They’re always squeaky clean.”

He nips my earlobe. “Was I squeaky clean last night?” I shiver at the feel of his breath against my skin. “When I came all over your chest?”

I bite my lip and peek up at him from beneath my lashes. “I don’t know. Maybe I need a reminder so I can review all the possible angles.”

He grins. “I think you’re the evil genius.”

My stomach revolts at being referred to by Damon as evil. Everyone else can think I’m evil but not him. He’s supposed to see the true me.

He’s teasing you.

Oh right. Teasing. I knew that.

I bat my eyelashes at him. “Are you stalling?”

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