Page 22 of Rockin' Around the Christmas Tree
“Then why did you bring it up?”
“I need to make sure your head is somewhat engaged. The one on your shoulders,” he clarifies with a smirk.
“Fuck you.”
“You’re not my type.”
I groan and he laughs.
“Seriously,” I tell him.
Chris’s smile fades slightly. “Okay. Seriously. I’m fucking pissed at you. Why’d you lie?”
“Lie?”
“I thought you hated Lilah.”
I shake my head. “I don’t hate her.”
“No shit, Sherlock. How long have you two been screwing around?”
“We’re not.”
He only raises an eyebrow.
“We’renot. I kissed her. Twice.”
I used to think hell was wanting Lilah as much as I did while watching her smile and joke with Milo. Now I know better. Hell isn’t wanting Lilah. It’s wanting her and having firsthand knowledge of what she tastes like, what she sounds like when her breath catches right before my lips claim hers. It’s dropping her off at her car when all I want to do is take her home and claim her completely.
“What are you going to do now?”
“I should never have kissed her to begin with.”
Or maybe I should still be kissing her.
Bad idea.
Probably.
Fuck, I don’t know. How could a few kisses fuck with my head so badly?
“Is that what you want?”
“What does it matter what I want? Cornerstone already told us hands off.”
“What about Lilah?”
“What about her?”
“God, you’re a fucking idiot.”
“Tell me something new,” I snark back.
“Christ. What does she think about it?”
“How the fuck should I know?” I pace to the refrigerator and snag a bottle of water before slamming the door shut.
“Fucking ask. Don’t wait. Do not pass go, do not collect two hundred dollars, do not do anything else until you fucking ask her what she wants.”
