“Merry Christmas,” I said.
And I could’ve sworn her body leaned into mine.
I allowed my hands to trail down the softness of her arms before I wrapped them around her body. Her hands crooked up and grabbed onto my forearms, her fingernails lightly tracing the veins bulging from underneath my skin. I allowed my nose to nuzzle up her neck, testing my boundaries while her body physically fell back into mine, but before I could kiss her beautiful skin, we heard someone coming.
And just like that, Kyra stepped away from me and went to go grab the beers.
“You coming?” she asked breathlessly.
My eyes held hers for a beat and a half before I nodded reluctantly.
“Right behind you.”
CHAPTER THREE – ETHAN
“Where the hell’s the beer?”
Mark shrugged, and the guys simply stared at me, so I went to go see what the holdup was. I was ready to share a beer with Kyra and figure out what her ex fiancé did to hurt her, so I could kill the bastard. I walked down the hallway and pushed through the kitchen door, looking around for where her and Owen had gotten off to.
“What’s the holdup?” I asked. “No one likes a lukewarm beer!”
Kyra threw her head back and laughed before she handed me one.
“Here you go, oh impatient one,” she said, grinning. “A cold one just for you.”
“Oh, how thoughtful,” I said.
I took a long pull from it while Owen gathered up the other open bottles. I smiled at Kyra, winking in her direction while Owen pushed past me. I leaned against the kitchen table, my eyes scanning Kyra before stopping off at her left hand one last time.
That ring didn’t suit her anyway.
She blushed underneath my gaze, and I watched as her lips wrapped around the bottle. She was even prettier now than she had been last Christmas, and I had no idea how she did that. How she just popped in after all these months with ragged jeans on her little legs and a shirt that draped over her fabulous curves and simply took me to my knees. Seeing her again filled me with the same lust that grabbed at my cock ever since I figured out what the hell my dick was supposed to do, and all I could do was latch onto the one thing that gave me hope.
The one thing that signaled to me I might still have a chance.
“So… it’s over?” I asked.
I watched the smile fall from her face as she grasped her beer bottle tightly.
“I think so,” she said, sighing.
“What went wrong?” I asked.
“I don’t really wanna talk about it.”
“You know I’m here for you, right?” I asked.
She shrugged, and it killed a part of me inside that she didn’t feel she could talk with me about this.
“He’s a dick,” I said. “You know that, right?”
“You haven’t even met him,” she said.
“Doesn’t take knowing a man to know when he fucked up something good for him.”
She flashed her eyes over at me, giving my body a once-over as a smirk crawled across my face.
“I’m here to enjoy the holidays, Ethan,” she said. “I could really use a break from the drama.”