“Nothing.” Faith blushed and pressed her face into my chest.
The Christmas music started, and the title appeared,Seeking for Sexy Santa.
“Seriously?” I chuckled and raised my eyebrows.
I gazed down at Faith. She was bright pink as she pressed into my side. “It was Rose’s turn to pick.”
Rose shrugged. “If your masculinity feels threatened, you are free to take your cookies and go.” She smirked, knowing I would stay on that couch, even if we were watching Frosty the Snowman, which I’d seen more than twenty times in the last few weeks.
I rolled my eyes. “I didn’t know you were into fat old guys.”
Rose smirked. “Oh, you just wait.”
Chapter Seventeen
FAITH
The movie definitely wasn’t about old men out of shape. It was men in bow ties, Santa hats, and six packs, flaunting and dancing in a competition.
Well, this is going to be embarrassing. I shut my eyes.
I was right though. Being in Adam’s arms was like being held by a Norse god and a teddy bear at the same time. I leaned against his chest, feeling the soft fabric of his sweater under my fingertips, and smelling the citrus and spice. He shifted slightly, pulling me in even closer. My heart picked up speed. Adam gazed down at me, and I felt like I must be dreaming.
The movie was a tad bit ridiculous, but Adam was a good sport throughout it. Well, he was until a group of the men started doing a two-finger push-up competition.
“Oh, come on!” Adam scoffed. He must have finally had enough. “There’s no way they are actually doing that.” He flipped his left hand. “Look at the guy’s biceps.” He pointed at the screen. “They’re not even straining. Please.” He looked toward us. “You see this, right?”
I pinched my lips together to keep from laughing.
Rose smirked. “Just because you feel threatened doesn’t mean you need to take it out on them.” She gestured to the screen.
Adam pointed to the TV. “No, I mean, see, his triceps aren’t even engaged. Look.” He shifted to stand, and I leaned back on the couch, curious. He took off the sweater and revealed a tight black T-shirt underneath. He started giving us a lesson on muscle structure as he did push-ups in the light of the Christmas tree.
Merry Christmas to me.
After a few rounds of explaining the different muscles used in push-ups and why you could tell theirs were fake, he realized neither of us were listening, but just watching him instead. He rolled his eyes and came back to me on the couch.
He put his arm back up for me to slide under, and I happily obliged. After the movie, I walked Adam to the door. He set the plate of cookies on the entry table. He put his hands on my waist and pulled me closer. He held me as I wrapped my hands around his neck and pressed up against his chest. I stared at his mouth. My breath slowed, and I wondered if he was going to kiss me.
“Thanks for letting me come over for a surprise visit.”
I smiled. “I’m not complaining.”
He chuckled. “Thanks for the cookies too. Danny will love them.”
Right. “About Danny…”
“I won’t tell him anything about us,”he whispered.
I nodded in relief. His head leaned closer, and I closed my eyes.
I hadn’t been kissed in years, and my stomach fluttered.
Then Adam’s lips pressed against my forehead. “Thanks again for tonight,” he whispered, and then he grabbed the cookies and went out the door.
For the record, I was definitely not counting that as my first Adam kiss.
Not that I was complaining.
