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Miles is good with tools and is a big help in putting the lights up. Zye directs us, and I go along with it. Normally, I’m the one in charge, but I don’t care enough about the decorations to push it.
But if we’re talking about Aidyn’s ass or the way he moans my name when I’m gagging on that monster cock of his—those things I care about.
Red versus blue and Santa versus snowmen? Not so much.
My parents show up after that. I’m not sure where they’ve been, but I am sure that I don’t care. I immediately regret them returning in the middle of our decorating.
“Garrett, dear, you need more lights on the front of the house.”
I ignore my mother. Not that she’s deterred at all by that. She seems to take it as a challenge.
Every time I go up on the ladder, Aidyn frets. Has he always been like this, or is it due to what happened with Emily?
But we finally get the lights strung up, and I flip the switch in a big ta-da moment.
Zye claps, and Jane smacks my arm with a “Good job. You did something right.”
But Aidyn…Aidyn grins, and the joy that gives me could light up the entire town until Christmas.
Twelve
AIDYN
Nine Days until Christmas
Too many cooksin the kitchen is the perfect way to describe our afternoon. Except, in this case, it’s too many relatives searching for the perfect Christmas tree.
The tree farm is about ten miles outside of town, and they don’t have much of a selection. Of course, we’re in Missouri, not Oregon.
There are two issues. The first seems to be frustrating everyone. No one can agree on which tree is the best. The second issue is mine. And possibly Garrett’s.
The man is within reach, looking sexy as hell as he examines each tree. His cheeks are pink from the cold. His lips are plump from biting them. His hands are strong and capable.
“Do you want this one?” he asks.
“I do.”
His eyes catch mine. And he grins. “You’re supposed to be checking out the trees.”
“I’m happy with what I’m doing.” I lean in. “I don’t give a fuck which tree we get. I just need you alone and naked.”
His breathing increases. He swallows and shakes his head. “This was your idea.”
“It was, love. But my cock has a mind of its own.” I rest my hand on his lower back. He’s wearing a heavy coat so he can’t really feel it, but that’s fine. It’s a promise of more.
His head swivels around. Then his eyes are on my face. My lips. “Aidyn.”
My name sounds like a plea, and I groan and adjust the bulge in my pants. There’s no one near us, but that could change in an instant.
Everyone is always around. Mostly Garrett’s parents. And Jane. I have no idea what that is about. And if I were in a more forgiving mood, I’d think maybe Jane had missed spending time with her family. Missed her sister. One of the reasons we moved from Ireland to Mule Creek was that Emily wanted to be closer to her sister. They’d been so close, even though there’d been nine years between them. But I’m still not ready to forgive and forget everything that has happened with Jane.
We finally agree on a tree and haul it back to the house with Garrett’s work truck. His parents try to supervise as we drag the tree inside and put it up.
Three Days until Christmas
The Advent kisses become more challenging as the week gets busier. Garrett’s not working, but I don’t want him to do all the holiday prep when it was my idea to begin with and his parents always seem to be around.
On Wednesday, kiss number seventeen is in the pantry at the diner. Kiss number eighteen is at the library because Garrett’snostalgic and, apparently, likes to live dangerously. But I know when Mrs. Weppler takes her lunch break, so we’re fine. On Friday, the diner is busy, so Garrett sneaks by after we close to coordinate Christmas plans. Kiss number nineteen happens in my room and ends with a heavy make-out session. Saturday, Garrett gets called in to help with the Whovian wedding. So kiss number twenty is behind the willow tree at Bishop Fields.