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All too soon, he slows down, and reluctantly, I allow him to pull away. “You better?”
“Hmmm… I think so.” As long as not feeling my legs isn’t a concern.
“We still just friends?”
“The best kind,” I sigh. I blink away the fog, my eyes fluttering open to the most beautiful sight. His eyes searing into mine. His lips are swollen, ravaged, aching for more. Embarrassment creeps along my cheeks at the way I acted. The jealousy that burned inside me. He wasn’t hers to touch. He’s mine. He watches me. Knows the thoughts running through my mind. When my frown returns, I say, “She was going to eat my funnel cake. That was just a no-no.”
Liam’s cheeks dimple as he fights back a laugh. “It sure is.” He leans in for another earth-shattering kiss. Mayor Riley’s voice carries through the loudspeaker, and he stops. “We should get back out there.”
We should stay in this little nook forever. “Yeah,” I reply, and he slowly releases me.
He holds his hand out. “After you.”
“Yep.” I brush my hands down my jacket to gather myself, then turn on my heel and walk away, not stopping as I cock my head back. “You owe me a funnel cake.” His laughter causes my heart to skip a beat, and I swallow down the emotions he creates inside me.
We reenter the bustling crowd of townspeople. Everyone has gathered around the stage, and the mayor and his wife are handing out candy canes to children. “Hello, Willow Falls,” he begins. Liam stands next to me, close enough that our shoulders brush. “We’re thrilled to see so many of you here tonight. What a special holiday. In just a moment, Willow Fall’s finest elementary students will be performing this year’s Nutcracker. But before we get started, I hate to mention this, but Mr. Fairchild fell this morning and broke his hip. He’ll be all right, but he won’t be able to lead the veterans’ float. So, we were hoping…” He looks into the crowd, “our very own hero, Liam Cody… You’ve done such amazing things for our country. And we would be thrilled if you rode on the veterans’ float in the Christmas Eve parade.”
Approval and clapping echo in the square. Liam raises his hand, thanking everyone, and nods. “I’d be honored. Thank you.”
“No, thank you. Now, I think these little dancers are ready to put on a show if everyone would direct their attention to the left stage.”
The crowd migrates over to the performance. People shake Liam’s hand and thank him as they pass. My heart feels like it’s going to burst with pride. I may not have been there to support him through this journey, but I’m still so proud of what he’s accomplished. He’s an honorable, selfless man.
I wrap my arm around his, tugging him close while we walk over to the stage. “What’s this about?”
“Nothing. Just proud of you. I’m glad to call you my friend.”
He releases a soft, partly suppressed laugh. “The friend thing. Got it. Let’s go watch some sugar plum fairies and get you that funnel cake, friend.”
I offer him a cheeky smile. “You had me at funnel cake.”
We spend the rest of the evening in our own little bubble, watching the performance and listening to the carolers. We walk from booth to booth, admiring all the holiday crafts and even partake in the gingerbread house contest. By the time the night ends, I’ve fallen down this rabbit hole of the old Liam and Holly. As if time and regret don’t stand between us. He offers to walk me home, and I tell him I’d rather walk him home.
The second we’re through the threshold of his apartment, I’m in his arms, and our lips fuse together. He lifts me up and walks us back to his bedroom. We fall onto his bed, our mouths never parting as we tear at each other’s clothes. Our jackets are off. Liam tugs at my jeans while I push up his thermal shirt. He shoves my jeans down my legs, but they get stuck.
“Boots,” he says. I wrestle them off, flinging one and knocking over a light. My sweater is over my head and tossed away, my bra goes bye-bye, and his mouth covers my breast, feasting on my nipple.
I moan, trying to get to his zipper. I’m so turned on, I can’t stop shaking enough to get a good grip. “Your pants. Now,” I practically growl. Holding himself up with one arm, he kicks off his boots and thrusts down his jeans and boxers. I wrap my legs around him, my pussy slick with desire. He’s thick and hard against me. “Fuck. Condom.” He reaches over to his nightstand, but I grab his hair and pull him back.
“I’m on the pill. Unless there’s something I should know, if you stall another second, I’m going to—”
