Page 84 of Merry Christmas, You Filthy Animal
My eyes trail up his body, past his face, and right up to the sky where a bundle of greenery hangs over us.
But not just any bundle of greenery.
No, it’s mistletoe.
How on earth did I miss that?
Before I can ask, he pulls me in by the hand, wraps his arm around my waist, and then tilts my chin up. Warmth spreads through me as his beautiful eyes connect with mine, anticipation and promise beaming from them.
“Tell me no,” he says, his hand carefully sliding up my neck.
Oh God, this . . . this was not what I was expecting, but . . . tell him no?
He wants me to tell him no?
How could I possibly tell him no?
Ever since Storee mentioned his lips, it’s what I’ve been thinking about all night. It’s what I’ve been stealing glances of.
And in my semi-drunk state, there’s no way I’d be able to turn him down.
“Why would I say no?” I ask, making that smile reappear again, right before he grips my cheek and lowers his lips to mine. On a sharp intake of breath, our mouths connect, and I feel myself melt into him.
My hand to his chest.
His thumb pressing my chin up.
My legs feeling wobbly beneath me.
And just as I settle in for more, he pulls away.
It was just a peck, loose-lipped and no tongue, but the damage has been done, because as he releases me, my eyes slowly open back up. When my gaze meets his, I know for a fact that I’m in a whole lot of trouble.
Because that kind of kiss is not something I will forget anytime soon.
Chapter Fifteen
Max
Narrator: The setting was right, the mood was perfect, and it was a moment that he?—
“Hey, pardon me, sorry to interrupt this storytelling of yours, but dude, major props to you for letting me get a kiss in at that moment. Honestly, wasn’t sure where you were going with that whole taco-sausage thing—it was looking really downhill there for a bit—but fuck, a kiss. That was amazing.”
Narrator: I’m glad you appreciated it.
“Great timing. No one likes waiting until the end of a story for a kiss. Think you can squeeze in some more? Her lips are fucking amazing.”
Narrator: I will see what I can do.
“Okay, no pressure or anything. You do you. You’re at the helm. I’m just here, waiting for your command.”
Narrator: And with every compliment you give me, your chances of having a really good time with Betty are increasing... drastically.
“Really? Did I happen to mention I was into food play like Cole? Though can we do something different, something that’s not a candy cane? That’s so last year.”
Narrator: We have some time before that. Just... hang in there.
“Right, sorry. Getting ahead of myself. Sorry to interrupt. Just wanted to say, awesome job.”
