He meant something to me.
It scared me. Because I didn’t know if he felt the same, or he was just playing a part, or he was just caught up in it all.
After finishing in the bathroom, I found him in the hallway, just outside my bedroom door.
He leaned against the wall, his eyes big as he stared at me.
I could smell his slick, the spicy scent of his desire, and I knew, without a doubt, if I wanted to I could have all of him tonight.
Staring down at him, our bodies so close I could feel the heat of his skin, I brushed a lock of bright red hair from his forehead with my finger. He shivered, and I knew it wasn’t from the cold.
Bending down, I placed a kiss on his forehead and whispered good night. Moving away from him, not looking back, I settled myself on my couch.
I wanted Kendrick, with everything in me, and my rock hard cock was a testament to that. But if we took that next step, our friendship might never be the same. And if it didn’t work out between us, which was a very real possibility, where did that leave us?
Kendrick
Past…
Me:Parent-teacher conferences are exhausting.
Grumpy Elf:They are six-year-olds. What is there to even discuss?
Me:Lots of things. Their reading skills, how they act with other kids, all kinds of stuff.
Grumpy Elf:Huh. I guess.
Me:I missed dinner and now I want to eat the entire left side of the McDonalds’ menu.
Grumpy Elf:I’m not judging. Do what makes you happy.
Me:I want ice cream, and I swear to all things holy if they tell me their machine is broken I’m going to come unglued. Not today, Satan.
Grumpy Elf:Try to eat something besides ice cream. Maybe toss in some fries.
Me:The GD ice cream machine is broken! I swear it’s been broken for two years straight. Can’t you fix it? Or have Nik fix it? That’s my wish for Christmas this year. That’s all I want. The McD’s ice cream machine to be fixed.
Grumpy Elf:I’m making no promises.
Chapter Ten
Kendrick
The soft click of the cottage door closing tugged at my consciousness, bringing me awake. Groaning loudly when pain sliced through my head as I blinked my eyes open, I slammed them shut and rolled over.
It was still dark in Bal’s bedroom, which told me it was way too early to be up and about. Bal was no doubt on his way down to the workshop, with a million and one spreadsheets he needed to get to. And a million and one last minute things he needed to check for the five hundred and fifty seventh time, before Nik needed to take off tonight to begin delivering presents.
Overheated from the pile of blankets I had on, I fitfully kicked all of them off me and shoved them to the foot of the bed. Why was it so hot in here? And why was my head pounding like I’d been out clubbing with Sadie?
Sure, Bal and I had celebrated our victory at winning the gingerbread contest last night with my and Nik’s family, but it had been a tame event. Nothing that would cause my head to ache like it was in a vice grip.
Groaning, I blinked my eyes open and stared up at what I could make of the dark ceiling from the light of the moon shining in. What time was it? Rolling over, I groaned again when I saw it was barely four a.m.
“Too early,” I mumbled, flopping one arm over my burning eyes.
Sleep. I needed more sleep. My body felt achy and heavy with the need.
I was just on the edge of falling back asleep when the events of last night flashed across my mind. Bal grabbing me when we had won, swinging me in the air, then my body sliding down his much taller and harder one.
