Page 56 of Let Me Love You

I cross my arms over my chest. “Don’t prove your friends right. Challenge cheater.”

She bellows out an evil laugh, which causes me to join her. Everleigh’s happiness is contagious because I’ve never laughed this much before.

“Christmas movie time!” she announces, hopping on the couch and flicking on the TV. “Have to enjoy the last little bit of my favorite holiday while I can.”

I sit next to her, and though we’re only inches apart, our gazes are glued to the screen. After a while, we get ready for dinner.

“Ready?” she asks an hour later. Her hair is in big curls, and she’s wearing a dark green dress with red heels.

“Wow,” I whisper, and she smirks.

“I’m gonna miss Christmas when it’s gone.” She sticks out her bottom lip, which I find so damn adorable.

“But we have New Year’s,” I remind her, and her excitement returns.

“Yes, you’re right!” She looks me up and down. “Mimi isn’t gonna let you leave, especially if you’re wearing this tie.”

Everleigh tugs on it, and my cock springs to life. If she’s this fiery outside the bedroom, I can only imagine how she’d be between the sheets. Probably more than I could handle if I’m being honest. Before we leave, she takes Sassy out one last time.

On the way over, Everleigh talks about the shop, and I chat about the gym. Though neither of us mentions it, we're undoubtedly scanning the streets looking for the SUV. Within ten minutes, we’re pulling up to a house that looks like it fell out of a Hallmark Christmas movie. The bushes are perfectly trimmed with colorful Christmas lights, and festive garland hangs from the porch.

As we walk on the sidewalk together, Everleigh loops her arm around mine, giving me all the confidence I need. She doesn’t knock, and I follow her as she heads right in. The hearty smells of roasting turkey and sweet bread waft through the air, and it makes my stomach growl. We enter the kitchen, where an older man and woman sit at the breakfast nook drinking coffee.

“Howdy!” her grandfather says as Everleigh gives him a side hug. Once they pull away, he stands and offers me his hand.

“This is Pops,” Everleigh introduces.

“Nice to meet you,” I say, shaking it in return.

“Pleasure’s mine,” he tells me with a big toothy grin.

Everleigh’s grandma pulls me into a tight hug before I get the chance to say hello. “You can just call me Mimi. Happy to meet you, Archer. Hope you’re hungry.”

“Thank you. Starving,” I say.

“Me too,” a deep voice echoes from behind us.

Tyler laughs, and Gemma enters carrying Scarlett. We exchange greetings, and soon, Mimi steals Scarlett and rushes us to the dinner table. Plates are set out with dishes full of food. Casseroles, different potatoes, and veggies are passed around while Everleigh’s grandfather carves the turkey. Before we eat, Pops says the blessing, and then we dig in.

“Everything’s delicious,” I say, meeting Mimi’s eyes. “Best meal I’ve ever had.”

“Thank you, sweetie,” she beams.

After we’re stuffed to the brim, Mimi insists we each eat a slice of her peach pie with a scoop of homemade vanilla ice cream.

“You can’t say no,” Everleigh whispers with a giggle. “It’s her tradition.”

“Considering I know how you are with yours, I’ll gladly participate,” I reply.

I feel Tyler studying us, but he doesn’t say anything. I wonder how obvious our attraction is to everyone. If Annie noticed, then there’s no way Tyler wouldn’t.

As Mimi sets our slices of pie in front of us, Everleigh places her hand on my thigh under the table. I gulp and wonder if she’s purposely trying to test my limits in front of her family. Gemma comes around and scoops ice cream onto everyone's plate. If Tyler knew how close his sister’s hand was to my dick right now, he’d lose his shit. I sit as still as I can, trying not to draw attention or let on how affected I am by her touch.

When Mimi returns from the kitchen, Everleigh’s hand disappears. She’s trying to provoke me, and the fact that she's doing it with family around makes me think she likes having power over me.

After dessert, Mimi pulls out old photo albums of Tyler and Everleigh, mostly from when Everleigh was in high school, and tells me stories about each one.

“She’s always skipped to her own beat,” Gemma says as she watches next to me. “Look at this outfit! And here’s Tyler before boot camp! Wasn’t he a stud?” She giggles.