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She pushes him in the arm and blushes even more. ‘Nick!’
‘Take the compliment!’ He pulls her close to him. ‘Now, how about a shower, then some more food?’
‘Why did you grin when you said shower?’
‘Because you won’t be in there alone.’
5
Nick leans on the windowsill, watching the snow fall outside. He can’t sleep. Even after being with Scarlett for hours, he’s still wound up. Behind him, she stirs in her bed and sighs before turning over, hugging the pillow to her. The covers have slipped down her body, leaving her stunning ass visible. She’s so beautiful he could just look at her for hours.
In his thirty-five years as Santa, he has never been so instantly attracted to someone, like he is to Scarlett. He’s seen it happen to other people over the decades. Seen it so many times he’s lost count.
But never to him.
He’s all about the job. All about the contract he signed. Apart from one night stands, he’s never allowed himself to even consider something more. It never entered his mind. As soon as he signed the contract, he’d put dating, or a relationship of any kind, to the back of his mind.
He opens the locket on the chain around his neck, and looks at the picture of his wife and daughter. Every time he sees their faces it’s like someone rips out his heart all over again.
He closes the locket, holding it in his hand. He needs to keep away from Scarlett, but he doesn’t want to. Even if there was even the slightest chance of a relationship with Scarlett, there’s a huge obstacle in their way.
How exactly do you tell someone you’re Santa Claus?
Okay, so telling them wouldn’t be too difficult. You just say the words. It’s the aftermath of saying those words that worries him. He has no doubts she’d think he’d lost his mind. He’d had the exact same thoughts when he was offered the contract.
He absently rubs his wrist, missing the cuff he’s worn there for the last three decades. And that’s another part of the complicated situation he’s managed to find himself in.
He’s more sure than ever, that someone took it off him and left him to die. He has magic, but he’s still human. He’s far stronger than your average human and his magic does protects him to a certain degree, but he can still be killed. Not easily, but he’s not immortal.
Nothing is making sense and he’s driving himself crazy trying to figure it out. The fucking headache isn’t helping his mood. He remembers leaving the workshop. Everything was as it had been every other time he left. He knows he was flying high enough that there wouldn’t be anything to crash into. Not that Santa crashes.
So if he didn’t crash into something, how had he ended up where he did? And why the fuck can’t he remember? He seriously doubts his minor head injury would have messed with his memory. He’s strong and healthy, so he wouldn’t have passed out, or fainted, or anything like that.
‘Nick? Are you okay?’
He smiles at her as she joins him at the window. ‘Yeah. Just thinking. Did I wake you?’
