He made a sound, a cross between a laugh and a groan. “You mean you aren’t going to eat it this time?”
“Hell no. I don’t like eggnog.”
He laughed.How I’ve missed that sound.“How nice of you to steal something from Bab’s for me.”
I leaned in close once more. “I’m probably on Santa’s naughty list now.”
“I do have a thing for bad boys.”
Who needed coffee when you could just flirt with your forever?
“You gonna eat it or not?” I asked, jiggling it in front of him. “I worked hard on this.”
He laughed again, and this time, the movement had his shoulder brushing against my chest. Awareness raced through my body and made my heart skip.
“Since you worked so hard,” he mused and reached for the pastry.
I pulled it back with a tsking sound.
He glanced at me, arching his brow. “Let me guess. You suddenlyloveeggnog.”
I smiled. “Not a chance. But I suddenly want to feed you.”
Caught off guard, the amusement dropped from his face and was instantly replaced with a cute pink blush high on his cheeks. His lips rolled in then out while he looked everywhere but at my face.
“You’re adorable,” I whispered.
His eyes flew to mine. “I am not.”
“Oh, yes, Tobes. You definitely are.”
The blush spread across his nose, and he started to look sunburned in the middle of winter.
Enjoying this way too much, I lifted the cream puff to his lips. “Bite.”
“Archer,” he whined, eyes darting to Bab.
“Was that a protest?”
He made a soft sound.
I tapped the pastry against his lips, smearing some of the filling onto his lower lip. His tongue darted out to swipe it away immediately, and his eyes flared with pleasure.
“Good?”
His eyes flew to mine, and I held his hot chocolate gaze while I fed him a bite.
He groaned a little when it hit his taste buds. “God, have I missed these over the years.”
“Well, you’ve already spent your last Christmas without them. Never again.”
He leaned in, and I fed him another bite.
Tension crowded the space around us, and the way it felt to kiss him last night flooded my thoughts and made me crave it again. When he shifted back, my attention was riveted by the cream clinging to the corner of his mouth.
“You’ve got something,” I murmured, gesturing to his mouth.
“Where?” he asked, reaching up to wipe it away.
