"I may not remember much, but I do know that I had the best time with you last night." Charlie drops his hand from his mouth and lifts his head to stare into my eyes, pushing his hair back from his face at the same time. "And I know this is awkward now, because I'm pretty sure we were both naked together in bed last night..."
I choke on air, trying to dispel the imaginary object from my throat. Charlie reaches out and lightly grasps my hand; my eyes slide from our interlocked fingers to his shining pupils. "...but I still wouldn't change a single thing about it. So, I really do look forward to hearing from you later, Kaiydeen."
It's like I've been taken hostage by his electric stare. I don't want to look away. I never want to look away. The busy noises of the street and the honking of the traffic fade as I lose focus, nothing strong enough to force my attention away from this boy.
Finally, Archer loudly clears his throat as he flings his door open and plops into the car with a huff, breaking the trance between the two of us. I look away as I withdraw my hand from his grasp, trying to figure out what the hell just happened.
This is going to be a long 6 months.
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Kaiydeen has always known what she wanted, more like who, but she never knew exactly how to get it. So she's complacent with biding her time until it, actually he, comes to her; no matter how long that takes. But then one day she crashes into someone she doesn't expect. Someone that has always had an eye for her, and he isn't satisfied with biding his time until she's his. But when the one person she's always wanted admits he wants her, too, she's forced to make a choice.
Should she go for the boy she just met or the boy she's always known?
There is some use of mature language in this story, so if your eyes are innocent and you want them to stay that way this might not be the story for you.
Credit to @slueths for the incredible cover!!
"You had no right to do that," I snap, trying my best to out walk him.
His chuckle was loud behind me and his hand griped on my forearm, stopping me. Something about his warmth gave me chills all over my body.
Something I don't think I ever wanted in the first place.
Especially from him and especially now.
"Yes I did, and I still do." His hard grip around my arm loosened, and snaked up to lock his fingers through my hair.
Oh Momma, what is happening?
Being this close to him has been happening way too often for normal. Still, I couldn't break away from this close contact, I was frozen, shocked.
"What makes you think that?"
My question hit him with humor, and instead of fully responding, he leans his face closer to mine. The smirk on his face stayed once he noticed the affect he had on me.
"Because," he whispers out pressing our bodies together.
"I'm your Secret Santa," he licks his lips as if he's hungry, then continues, "I can give you anything I want to give you."
His free arm wraps around my waist, and he lifts me up during the action before pressing our lips together.
The main character is Kimberly. She's an accident prone person who wants nothing but to enjoy her winter. Her friends want the best for her after a terrible break up they witnessed. Every year they all hold the traditional Secret Santa.
Somebody from the group believes that they are what Kimberly needs. This is about Kimberly and her crazy winter story about her not so Secret Santa.