Marriage. Love. Forever.
“Psssssssst. Hey, you guys want some Ecstasy?”
The knock and whisper of Aunt Bobbie at my door again kills the mood and brings me back to the real world where this is all for show and Sam will be walking away from me in just two days.
“Aunt Bobbie, you already asked us that and the answer is still no!” I shout to her, my face still buried against Sam’s chest.
“Oh, yeah, I forgot,” she replies through the door. “Forget I asked you that. I think I already took all of it. Wow, the lights in the hallway are so flashy and pretty. Ooooooh, hello, little squirrel, do you want some vodka? What a pretty sweater you’re wearing. Do I want to sing a song with you? Of course I want to sing a song with you, sweater squirrel! You’re so pretty and soft and pretty.”
Aunt Bobbie’s voice trails off as she walks away from the door, the opening line of Silent Night in her horrible, off-key singing voice echoing down the hall. I close my eyes and savor the vibration of Sam’s laughter against my cheek.
“DON’T BITE ME, SWEATER SQUIRREL! HOW DARE YOU TELL ME I CAN’T SING!”
Sam pulls back from me and our eyes meet.
“Should we go down there and make sure she doesn’t light the tree on fire or trash the place?” he asks.
I sigh and nod my head. “Yeah, that’s probably a wise decision.”
Just then, we hear a crash from downstairs, both of us jumping up from the bed as fast as possible, Sam heading for the door while I scramble to throw on clothes.
“IT’S OKAY! EVERYTHING IS FINE! SWEATER SQUIRREL AND I ARE JUST GOING TO HAVE SOME TEA WITH MR. POLAR BEAR!” Aunt Bobbie shouts up to us.
So much for having a little more time to enjoy my temporary bliss.
Chapter 12
Sam
“Noel, I think we should talk about what’s going to happen after tomorrow.”
“Noel, I’d like to be your boyfriend. Like, for real. For really-real.”
“Jesus, I suck at this shit,” I mutter to myself after staring in the mirror for ten minutes and practicing what I want to say to her.
After I unwrapped the best present in the world last night and Noel and I managed to put out the small fire under the tree when Aunt Bobbie thought her imaginary squirrel and polar bear needed something to keep them warm, we hung out with her family when the visitors all left and waited to find out the judging of the lighting contest.
Just as everyone thought, Reggie won by a landslide and has been carrying his little trophy with a gold Christmas tree on top of it all around the house since then. And miracle of all miracles, Noel let me sleep in the bed with her last night.
Which brings me to my current problem. Getting an excellent blow job and giving her two orgasms started me on the path to completely falling for her. Sleeping all night with her wrapped up in my arms made me realize I am one hundred percent in love with this woman. I want to hold her every night, I want to wake up to her every morning, and I don’t even care if her crazy family comes as a package deal. I want it all. The good, the bad, the crazy, and the messy. I just want her, however I can get her. If she doesn’t want marriage, fine. I will be perfectly content to just have her with me, by my side for the rest of my life.
God, I am such a *.
I finish getting ready, throwing on the one pair of black dress pants I had in my duffle and the dark red, button down shirt Noel picked out for me when we were at the mall and join everyone downstairs for Christmas Eve dinner.
The dining room table is covered in a red tablecloth with holly leaves stitched down the center, a large red poinsettia plant stands tall in the middle surrounded by green and red candles in glass jars. Christmas music plays faintly from the living room while everyone sits back in their chairs with full stomachs and smiles on their faces. Turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes and gravy, cranberry sauce, and pumpkin pie—my mouth waters all over again even though I’m so full someone might have to roll me out of this room and carry me up to bed.
As the soft hum of conversation floats around the table, I glance at Noel sitting beside me, laughing at something her brother said and my heart thumps faster in my chest.
She’s so fucking beautiful when she smiles.
Her head suddenly turns and her eyes meet mine, her smile turning up a few more notches.
“Don’t get any ideas, mister. This magical dress is staying on until everyone goes to bed,” she whispers under her breath.
I glance at that green dress, the one that molds her body perfectly and made me so hard when she first came out of the dressing room wearing it that I acted like a cave man and shoved her back inside so I could touch her.
“So, Leon, you haven’t said anything about work since you’ve been here. How’s it going?” her father asks.
Noel coughs uncomfortably and quickly picks up her glass of wine to take a sip.