Page 23 of It Happened on Christmas Eve
Oh God. Adam Westbury is sexy. He is so sexy. How did I not see it this morning? How have I spent the entire day with this man and not climbed onto his lap already?
‘I’ve been thinking about you for almost a whole year,’ Adam tells me, his voice low and thick.
‘What? I don’t understand?’
‘Since I came to visit my mum in the office just after the New Year last year.’
‘Wasn’t I horrible to you that day?’ I squint, trying to remember meeting Adam that day. I have a vague recollection, but it’s blurry.
‘You were pretty rude, yeah. But you were also sad. I could see that.’
‘I’m sorry,’ I say, feeling regret for all of the times I’ve made him feel bad, including today.
‘No, no. It was quite funny actually. You startled me. I asked you out. Do you remember?’
I gasp as it flashes back to me in a fuzzy memory. Adam asking if I wanted to go grab a drink because I looked like I could do with cheering up. Shit. I’d not slept at all the night before and was in a terrible mood. And then I exclaim out loud as I remember what I’d said to Adam in response.
‘Oh God. I told you to go cheer yourself up, you stuck up mummy’s boy.’
‘That’s right.Well remembered.’
I bury my head in my hands. Adam takes my hands and puts them around his neck.
‘I thought you were the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. But I could see that you were somewhere else that day.’
‘Why didn’t you come and see me a couple of months later?’ I ask.
Adam laughs. ‘When someone calls you a stuck up mummy’s boy, you don’t rush to follow up. And anyway, I met Danielle that evening and we got together pretty much right away.’
‘I’m sad I didn’t know you then,’ I say, thinking about how much more fun the past year might have been if I had.
‘Today was the right day,’ Adam says. ‘The right time.’
And then he kisses me. And I kiss him back. I weave my hands into his curls and down onto his hot neck. He firmly presses his hands onto my lower back and brings me closer to him, as close as I can get. I feel the hardness in his jeans and it makes me feel breathless. I want to rip his clothes off, rip his leg cast off. Have my way with him. Maybe Christmas Day could just be this? Me and Adam kissing and, oh my God, moving against each other like this, full of anticipation and lust.
Oh my goodness. I have never been this turned on in my life. Shit. Adam! He squeezes my behind which makes me squeal in pain.
‘What is it?’
‘I fell over in the ice this morning and bruised my bum.’
‘Want me to kiss it better?’
I pull a face.
Adam grimaces. ’Jeez, sorry, that sounded incredibly cheesy. I’m a little nervous.’
‘Me too.’
‘You are?’
‘Well, I don’t often find myself sitting on the laps of men I’ve only known for a day.’
‘Fair enough.’
We laugh gleefully at each other and then Adam pulls me close once more. ‘Come here.’
I’m about to yank off my woolly jumper over my head when the doorbell goes.
