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“Guess he’s cuddling with me tonight,” I say gleefully.
Mark mutters something under his breath that I swear sounds like “Lucky dog,” but when I look over, I can’t see his features through the swirling snow, and he’s not paying me any attention.
I didn’t actually need an escort, obviously, but I confess that company makes the trek a little less miserable. My hat was still wet, so I hadn’t bothered to put it on, and my hood doesn’t do much to keep the snow off my face and neck.
By the time we make it up to my porch, I’m shivering, and really glad we took the time to shovel, because already more snow has piled up, and it takes both of us to wrench my back door open.
The second the crack’s big enough, Rigby wriggles inside, and a moment later Mark and I both squeeze in as well.
“Need a towel?” I ask, s
hrugging out of my coat.
“Nah, I’ll just get wet again the second I go back,” he says, running his hands through his hair.
“Thanks for the escort. I may not have gotten lost, but I might have turned into a Popsicle trying to get the door open.”
“Yup.”
There’s nothing more to be said, and yet neither of us moves, and I feel a tiny stab of panic because it’s awkward. Mark and I don’t do awkward, and yet the air definitely feels full of…something.
“Well, I should…” I gesture to Rigby’s snowy pawprints, which I’ll need to clean up.
Mark merely nods, then reaches for the door and steps onto the porch. “See you tomorrow.”
“Yeah. For sure,” I say, a hand on the door as I step closer and lift my hand in a weird little farewell wave.
See? Awkward. What is happening to us, when did we—
Mark starts to turn, then turns back, his gaze flicking upward. I glance up, too, my breath catching when I see what he’s looking at.
That damn mistletoe. I mentioned I’d put it pretty much everywhere in the house in preparation for my mistletoe test with Chad.
At the time it had seemed a smart part of my plan.
At the moment? I can barely remember the plan. I’m too annoyingly aware that my best friend is a guy. I’ve always known that at the brain level, but right now I know it at the body level, and…
Mark steps forward, a little drop of water running along his temple where the snow in his hair’s melted. He brushes it aside impatiently as his head dips almost imperceptibly lower toward mine.
My heart leaps in panic and I grasp desperately at a way to keep it light, to stop from pressing my mouth to his…
I give a quick grin and motion him back. “Oh, please. It’s just there from when Chad came to lunch. We don’t have to—you’ve already gone above and beyond your best-friend duties. Love Actually, remember? No need to—”
He steps even closer, a slight smile playing at his lips. “Kell?”
“What?”
“Shut up.”
He sets a knuckle to the bottom of my chin, tilting my face toward his.
My heart’s still pounding, although now it’s not so much about panic as…want.
I want nothing more at this moment than his lips on mine, his hands on my back pulling me close…
Mark’s lips brush my cheek. My cheek.
He pulls back slightly, eyes locking on mine for one heated heartbeat.
