He steps closer and slips a hand around my waist. I gasp. I’ve had a boyfriend, or two, but his touch is different. It’s electric. It burns and soothes at the same time. It makes me come alive, like I’ve never fully been me without him.
“What about piping that promise on a cake?” His gaze flicks to my lips.
“That would get a little long don't you think?”
He looks up, his dark eyes hooded and tantalizing. “What were we talking about again?”
I have no clue. Does it really matter right now?
“What are your thoughts on getting some mistletoe in here?” he asks, his voice deep like he just rolled out of bed. And now the thought of him rolling out of bed shirtless attacks my brain and my knees go weak.
“I could be swayed,” I whisper.
His head dips, and my eyes close like we are performing something we’ve done a hundred times before.
His warm breath brushes against my cheek and my lips part.
CRASH!
I jump and scream. Sean releases me and sprints into the kitchen. It takes me a full ten seconds to process the danger we could be in. Is someone here? Are they going to hurt Sean? Why didn’t I install security cameras?
My pulse pounds in my brain. Where’s my rolling pin when I need it?
“Sean?” I whisper-yell.
“It’s all good.” He pops out of my office. “Your desk collapsed, and your vase fell off.”
I sigh. Dumb boxes. I need a new desk. But that’s on next year’s Christmas list.
“Thanks for checking it out for me.” Not like I was scared or anything.
“I can be your hero if you just let me.” He winks.
“You would have to shed your villain’s cloak first.” I tease.
He snorts. “Apparently it was a women’s bathrobe.”
I laugh as I head to the office, broom in hand. Only Sean would wear a women’s robe to infiltrate a witch coven.
One of the boxes remains, so I stick everything on that one, then take the flowers Sean gave me and hang them upside down on my tack board by the ribbon. It takes only a few minutes to finish and when I return Sean is standing a few feet away from the tree, head tilted to the side and deep in thought.
“Sean…why are all my baking supplies on the tree?”
“I forgot ornaments. But these should do for now. Got any stale donuts?”
I want to be annoyed but can’t find it in me. Sean always finds an out-of-the-box solution that makes me smile. “You’re ridiculous,” I laugh, adjusting a pair of tongs on the top of the tree. But I kind of love it.
Not as much as when we add stale desserts. The cupcakes and brownies are still in their plastic cases, the donuts are hanging from branches. Then I pull out the two ornaments I purchased out of my pockets.
“Here.” I hand Sean the other one.
“What’s this?” He flips it over and barks out a laugh so hysterical, I have to join in. “Is this supposed to be me?” he asks, holding the ornament next to his face. It’s a lumberjack, but not the sexy kind, this one has his shirt unbuttoned and his hairy beer gut out.
“Can’t you see the resemblance?” I ask, keeping my voice serious.
He narrows his eyebrows and rubs his stomach. “I guess if I keep eating here this might be my future.”
For a split second, I hoped he would try to prove it and grant me another glimpse of his abs. But two glimpses in one day would be dangerous when I still can’t get the picture of his tattoo out of my head.
