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“I do. Don’t ask me why, I find you utterly infuriating and a stone-cold bitch for playing with my friends’ feelings, but for some cursed reason, I actually do care if something happens to you, Ashley.”
“So…” Nate broke the silence, seemingly totally comfortable despite the rips in his shirt literally exposing his skin to the frigid air. “Do you wanna build a snowman?”
“Merry Christmas, Ash.” Those three words, that voice I’d thought I might never hear again—it damn near killed me. A sob ripped from my chest, and I threw myself forward, no longer in control of my own actions. Thankfully, he caught me, his strong arms wrapping around me like he was made to hold me. I sobbed into his chest, now utterly sure I was hallucinating, and he just stroked my hair as he chuckled with a sound so warm, rich, and real. So…Heath.
“If they don’t all get the matching pajamas,” Nate muttered quietly as he appeared beside me with a fresh coffee in hand, “I’ll start a riot.”
He winced, his jaw tight. “Whisper them to our hand and hold on to them for later?” he guessed with a growl underscoring his words.
“Come on, Spark baby, one more song,” he murmured in my ear, that sexy accent rolling over me like a caress, “and then we can dip out and I’ll eat your pussy in the back of my car to start the New Year right.” Well, shit. With an offer like that, how was a girl to refuse?
Carly shrugged. “With Royce, obviously. Or me! I’ve never eaten pussy before but I reckon I’d be excellent at it.”
I snort-laughed and threw a pair of rolled-up socks her way. “What tempting options. In case you forgot, friend, you’re straight.” She rolled her eyes. “What’s the saying? So’s spaghetti until it gets wet?”
it feels like I lose a piece of myself to you.” Sadness tainted his expression and he wet his lips. “Is that such a bad thing, Spark? I’d keep those pieces safe.”
Speechless, I stared back at him a moment, then flicked my gaze back down to his bloody, sliced-up forearm. Spark. He’d cut my nickname into his arm just as I’d threatened to do if he didn’t stop calling me Ashley.
“Oh, honey, you’re all he talks about these days. It’s so nice to finally meet you, though. I’m Kathryn, but you can call me Katie.”
“Here, I’ll put it in writing so there’s no miscommunication.” Squinting, I looked down at the note. I like you. I think about you naked all the time. I wanna be more than friends. I might already love you.
“What if I told you I was the one destroying the pillow wall every night?” He dipped his head but glanced at me through his long lashes. “Because every time I did, you would snuggle into me almost immediately, and I liked to pretend for a couple of hours that you were mine.”
“I’m sure I meant to say, I rigged us to be on the same team because I’m completely in love with you.”
“Can’t it? You’re my obsession, Ashley. Every minute you’re not touching me, my heart aches. I love you so much, it literally hurts sometimes. Does that scare you?”
I’ll activate that revolving door and see whether Heath or Royce wants a turn, seeing as apparently I’m a slut like that.” I was shaking. Actually shaking. “Go the fuck to bed, Nate, before you do any more damage.”
“I must have heard you wrong. It sounded like you’re looking at an apartment with my Squirrel, but that can’t be right because she lives here. With me.”
Thank fuck for my good friend Mirena.”
It was a photocopy of a handwritten note, and I gasped so hard I nearly choked. Watch your back… You’re next
but it was my grandfather’s watch. Um, Mom’s dad, I mean. He used to say it was his lucky charm and that all the best things in his life happened while he was wearing that watch. He wanted to pass it down to his grandson, but I was it for Mom. Until she met Max.”
“I’m so sorry, Ash. I’m so fucking sorry I can’t be what you deserve.”
