“But also you haven’t lived until you’ve had white hot chocolate.”
“I didn’t even know that was a thing.”
Reid narrows his eyes at me before pulling into a side lot and parking just off Main Street and turning off the ignition.
“Well, Mr. Frost, you are in luck today.”
“I think I’ve been pretty lucky since I landed in Wintervale,” I say, nostalgia making my lips a little looser than I’d normally allow.
“Blow jobs in the barn will do that to a man,” Reid deadpans as he pushes out of the truck.
Laughter bursts from my chest, as I follow him onto the sidewalk, grabbing his hand and pulling him in for a kiss. Heseems startled at first, but it only takes a second before he’s angling himself closer, his tongue sliding against mine.
“Save that for later,” he murmurs before pressing a kiss to the corner of my mouth and leading me down the street.
Reid’s hand holds mine as we walk, but while my hand is bare, his is tucked inside one of those mittens that’s also a glove with the fingers cut off. For whatever reason, I find it incredibly endearing.
The man is addictive and Ilikeit.
Vendors have booths set up along both sides of the street while Christmas music plays through the speakers. Large wreaths with red bows line each street light, the whole space looking like something out of a movie.
It’s idyllic and like nothing I’ve ever experienced in my life.
“Where are we going?” I laugh as Reid hustles us through the crowd, the man clearly on a mission as he weaves around tourists and locals alike.
“Ta-da!” he says with a flourish, waving his arms around like a gameshow host at the cute little hot chocolate stand. “Whitehot chocolate. It’s the best. You’re either on board or you’re wrong.”
Reid’s eyes are bright and his cheeks are flushed, and I’ve never been more attracted to a man in my whole life.
“But—peppermint.” My pout is real, and honestly it’s not so different from a frown so I’m able to pull it off without much effort. Reid has to bite his bottom lip to keep from laughing, and it takes everything in me not to pull that lip away with the pad of my thumb.
Later.
Later I’m going to enjoy the fuck out of this beautiful man.
Turning to the vendor, Reid makes small talk before turning back toward me with one of those cardboard trays holding four lidded cups.
“You got us a flight of hot chocolate?” I ask as I follow him to an unoccupied bench.
“Are you making fun of me? Because I have no problem drinking all these by myself.”
“I find you incredibly delightful, Christmas.”
His eyes narrow. “I still can’t tell if you’re making fun of me.”
Leaning forward, I brush a light kiss against his cheek. “Promise, I’m not.”
“Well, all right then,” he says, handing me the first cup, “this one is salted caramel.”
“I can’t try the white first?”
“Saving the best for last.” He winks and I take a small sip, trying not to scorch my tastebuds on the hot liquid.
“It’s good but I think it’s a little sweet.”
“All right, next is dark chocolate with a raspberry crème.”
“You Wintervale folk are awful fancy,” I tease and he rolls his eyes.
