No, I don’t think so. I know so. I don’t care about the what-ifs of it not lasting. I don’t care if the time we have together is minimal. I want it anyway. I want to shower her in love and affection for as long as I can.
Maybe she wants the same and is just too afraid to actually say it. But I’m not. On Christmas, I’m going to tell her exactly how I feel. That I don’t want this to end after this trip. I don’t want it to end at all.
I know that outside of this bubble, we might not work; we might not get along the same. But I think it is worth the risk of that pain. Because what if this—us—is exactly what works?
“I don’t have any doubts about where I stand. I don’t want to lose her,” I say with a lump in my throat, overwhelmed by my realization at how fond I’ve become of her.
“Then, tell her that, show her that, Noelle, before it’s too late. I’ve never seen you so happy as when you are with her. You’re relaxed, and you’re yourself. And she clearly reciprocates those feelings in some way. Anyone can see that.” She leans in and kisses my cheek. “Do what feels right, sweetie, in your heart.”
I rest my head on her shoulder as Kat and Abby reach the top of the hill and make their way over to us. “I will.”
Now, I just need to make sure that when I tell Kat how I feel, I lay all of my cards on the table. Starting with tomorrow. I have a lot of work ahead of me if I’m going to be stealing Mrs. Claus this Christmas.
9
Kat
December 20
WARM KISSES ON MYneck pull me from my slumber. My body is already aroused, responding to her touch before I am even awake.
“Noelle, what are you doing?” I whisper, unable to keep my eyes open as her tongue runs up the side of my neck.
She exhales into my ear, tingles running down my entire body. “What I should have done the first night we got here.”
Oh my God.
Her hand slides under my shirt, dancing over my stomach and traveling up higher. The tips of her fingers drift across my hardened nipples, eliciting soft moans from my lips.
She quickly pinches my nipple between her fingers and rolls it as her other hand lifts my shirt up, exposing me. My back arches, and I gasp, my eyes rolling into the back of my head.
“Noelle,” I moan, followed by a whimper as her warm and wet mouth latches on to my breast.
The suction all but brings me to bliss. Her tongue starts flicking back and forth, and stars light up behind my eyelids.
“Oh my God.”
“We are just getting started, love. Don’t come for me yet,” she murmurs as she lowers herself down in the bed between my legs.
Her fingers hook into my shorts, and she tugs them down. Wearing nothing but my panties, I crane my head to look at her, and I’ve never been more turned on by an image.
Noelle’s blonde hair is tousled and in disarray, framing her face. Her blue eyes are hooded and laced with lust. With her eyes locked on mine, she kisses the inside of my left thigh, inches from my center.
The wetness of her tongue teases me as it closes in exactly where I want it.
Tipping my head back, I brace myself for the feel of her tongue on me. Her warm breath hovers over my entrance.
Suddenly, I’m shaking, being pushed by my shoulders.
What the hell?
Flying up in bed, I look down to find just the comforter between my legs, no Noelle.
Reality floods into me as I realize all of that was a fucking dream!
My body has yet to realize that my brain was making all of that up. I can feel my wetness soaking into my panties from even the thought of Noelle touching me like that. God knows what would happen if she really did. I would probably combust on the spot.
Finally focusing on the real Noelle in front of me, I sit up and meet her wide eyes. “What’s wrong?”
