That's the best Christmas present I've ever had, hands down.
And it gets better. Ethan and Mal are really here this year. And Violet. And Joel. We're all having Christmas dinner. Here, in Kit's apartment.
With his parents. They've been staying with us for a few days. They're not exactly crazy in love, but they're happy and they're doing well. His Mom has been out of rehab for months. She's been sober for nearly half a year.
I know he has his doubts, but it seems like she's going to be okay.
Kit leans down to plant another kiss on my lips. This one is just as deep and slow, but it's also more demanding. His tongue claims my mouth. His hands slide to my ass and pull my body against his. Fuck how I want to continue this. I want to throw him on the couch and remind him that it's my favorite place to make love—and yes, I really do think of it as making love now.
But his parents are upstairs.
He pulls back with a knowing smile. "You want to get dressed so we can take a walk?"
"Are we walking to someplace where we can have sex?"
He chuckles. "I can arrange that."
"Yes, please." I plant another kiss on his lips then I run upstairs to change. According to my phone, the weather is set to be warm and sunny with blue skies and no clouds. All of my friends from out of state—I've made so many friends in my acting classes—find the whole sun in December thing absurd. But to me, blue skies and sunshine feel like home.
This apartment feels like home.
Being with Kit feels like home in a way that being alone in my parents' house never did.
Just because I can, I put on a dress and sandals. Okay, and a cardigan sweater. I still look like the perfect college good girl, but I don't mind it anymore. There's something kind of fun about looking sweet and feeling dirty.
And god how Kit makes me feel dirty in the best possible way.
Maybe I can stay quiet. I contemplate the matter as I sneak down the stairs.
Kit is leaning against the kitchen counter, coffee cup in one hand, cell phone in the other. His dark eyes are wide with surprise.
I move close enough to steal his coffee. Okay, yes, I do drink what's left of it. Then I look up into his eyes. "Should I be jealous?"
"Joel is bringing his wife to dinner."
"Joel has a wife?"
"He does."
"But Joel has never spent a second night with a woman. Who the hell did he..." I take the spot next to Kit so I can read his phone. The text from Joel is quick and to the point. I need an extra seat at dinner. My wife is coming. "He must be joking."
"It happened a few days ago. In Vegas."
That makes more sense. "He married a stranger in Vegas?"
"Yeah."
There's something in his voice...
"You knew about this, didn't you?" I ask.
"He swore me to secrecy."
"You kept a secret from me?"
"Joel's secret." He sets the phone on the counter face-down. "I had... nevermind why." He pulls me into his arms. "It's a mess. In a week, he'll get it annulled and for
get it ever happened."