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Holy crap.
Does he have… Well, that’s a question I already know the answer to because it’s staring me right in the face. There’s a bulge. A big bulge. And my face is inches away from it.
I slowly move away from it as I try to gather my thoughts.
Nick’s fast asleep, sitting up on the couch. Did he not want to move me? Did he move at all after I fell asleep? God, I feel awful knowing he slept like that all night because of me.
But it’s not like I asked him to. He could’ve woken me up, and I’d have gladly walked back to the bedroom. Or he could’ve left me on the couch and taken the bed. It’s only fair that we share the only bed.
Together maybe?No.Crazy thoughts.Penis.Stop looking.
I let out a long breath as I force myself to look away. For a few seconds. I look back at it and then at Nick, still fast asleep. Finally, I toss a blanket over it and then pull myself off the couch.
I stretch out groaning as my tight muscles refuse to unclench.
“Morning, Eva,” Nick says. “How’d you sleep?”
His voice is way deeper in the morning. Wow. And that slightly groggy expression on his face as he stretches his arms above his head and smiles is making my heart flutter.
“Morning, Wood.” My eyes widen the moment it leaves my lips. I only barely resist the urge to clap my hand over my mouth. “Nick. Morning, Nick.”
Wow. Great recovery. It feels like my body has been lit on fire.
“What was that?”
Oh, thank god. He was groaning too loudly to hear me.
“Oh, nothing. I can’t believe I fell asleep again.” I stretch out my arms above my head and then down to my toes but I stop halfway. Going off my luck I’ll pull a hamstring. Both probably if I keep going. “I’m so stiff this morning.”
Oh no. Ohnonono.
“Yeah, same,” Nick says, stretching out as though he’s completely oblivious to the mighty oak rising in his pants.
“Are you alright, Eva? You’re looking flushed.”
“I’m oaky. Okay,” I stammer. “Just going to spruce up for the big sleigh ride. Can’t wait to ride you—with you—ahem—today.”
Smooth.
The only Christmas miracle I need right now is from divine intervention. I need to be struck down where I stand. Then again, I’m doing a great job at it myself. Death from embarrassment will claim its first victim.
“Same,” Nick says as he slides one arm across the back of the couch, his other hand resting on his lap. Dangerously close…stop looking!I need to get out of here now.
“Alright, well. I’m going to go,” I say as I awkwardly back away, gesturing toward the bedroom and the hour-long shower I’ll need to take to cleanse the cringe away.
“I’ll have coffee and breakfast ready,” he says.
“Great,” I say, disappearing into the bedroom.
Just… Great.
* * *
“Areyou sure we’re in the right place?”
It’s only been a few weeks since I signed up for the sleigh ride, but I don’t remember a lodge, especially one as gorgeous as this.
“Cherry Ridge Farm, right?”
