“You’re so beautiful,” he said, sliding an arm around her shoulders.
“I—”
The words caught in her throat. She realized with a flash of alarm that she’d been about to say, “I love you.” No forethought. No planning. It had just been about to fly out of her mouth as if it were the most natural thing in the world to say.
And in a way…it kind of was. Because it was true. And she knew that.
She just wished everything were that simple. It wasn’t.
He leaned in closer, his eyes a mix of hungry and playful that sent her stomach spinning. “Hey,” he whispered, “what do you say we skip the caroling and go back to my place? I think we can make some pretty fantastic music of our own.”
The answer to that question, at least, was extremely simple. “Hell, yes.”