“Yeah, just give me a moment, okay?” He sniffs and looks like he’s concentrating hard on the coils of wires.
When I leave Braden’s side, Lindsay is again staring at me. She taps Susanna and says something, and both women look my way.
My cover is about to get busted, so there’s only one way to show my immaturity. Will happens to be near the chimney hanging up the stockings with care. I yank one off the hook and stretch it upside down over his head.
“Hey, what are you doing?” he asks in a surprised voice.
I point above the mantel and giggle. “Covering you from the mistletoe.”
“Not anymore!” He takes the stocking off his head and uses it to rope me around the neck, tugging me toward him.
I purse my lips, expecting a kiss, and horny teen that he is, he doesn’t disappoint.
Giggle. Kiss. Giggle. Kiss. Kiss. Kiss.
I put on a show, knowing Lindsay is peeing her Grinchy panties green, so I kiss her son some more and say, “Let’s stay up tonight and wait for Santa.”
“I know just the place,” he mutters between smooches. “There’s a window in the hayloft that gives a direct view of the chimney.”
“You got it, toy soldier. Let me be your nutcracker tonight.”
Giggle. Giggle. Giggle. Smooch. Smooch. Smooch.
