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“Feels like it’s missing something,” Saxon said, standing back and looking at the tree.
“Do you have popcorn?” I asked him. “That we can pop?”
He nodded. “I also have a needle and thread, assuming that’s what you’re thinking and not that you want to eat the popcorn.”
“That’s what I was thinking. We could make popcorn garland. Or I can if you’re tired of decorating.”
He frowned. “Me? Tired of decorating? Never. I’ll go get the popcorn started, and then we can pick another movie.”
He wasn’t trying to get out of it. He wanted to be here with me. I was afraid at any moment, I was going to wake up alone. This wasn’t like him. At least not the Saxon I’d known since he’d found out I was pregnant. What had changed? Was it hearing the baby’s heartbeat? Was that it? He was trying to build a friendship for the baby’s sake.
“You want some juice? Or milk?” he asked me.
I was currently working through this in my head. How would I handle just getting the friend side of Saxon? Not the relationship side? It was better than him disliking me, but was this because he liked being around me or just because of the baby? Ugh.
I looked over at him and realized I hadn’t answered him.
“I can fix it. You’re doing the popcorn,” I told him and walked to the kitchen.
He was still standing in front of the fridge when I got there. I watched him lean in and get a bottle of water. His bicep flexed, and why was I suddenly horny over his arm muscles? Jeez, this was getting worse every day.
He glanced at me. “I didn’t mind getting you something.”
My face felt flushed. Great. Now, I looked like I was thinking about sex.
“Um, no. It’s okay.” I forced a smile.
He moved back, his eyes still on me. “Are you okay?” he asked.
No. I want to lick your chest, along with other body parts. I am not okay.
“Yeah. I’m fine.”
He didn’t look convinced, but I was acting like a weirdo. I couldn’t blame him. Thankfully, he walked back over to the popcorn before I did something, like rub up against him. Definitely needed to get ahold of myself.
I concentrated on getting a glass and pouring some pineapple juice. Saxon put the popcorn into a large bowl and headed for the living room area. I took a long drink and watched him. He set it down, then picked up a remote.
“Still want a funny Christmas movie?” he asked me.
“I’ll let you pick,” I told him. “You did good with the last one.”
“Okay,” he replied, choosing a movie, then setting the remote down before turning back to me. “You gonna come help me string this?” he asked with a grin.
I poured more juice, then went over to the sofa, unsure if we were supposed to share the bowl. In that case, we would have to sit close together. Looking down at the sofa, I tried to decide what it was he wanted me to do.
“I only bite after midnight,” he said, and I realized he was watching me stand here like an idiot.
“In that case,” I replied, sitting down beside him.
He handed me a needle, already threaded, and put the bowl between us. I’d always wanted to do this. It was in a book our teacher had read to us one year during Christmas when I was a kid. We were going to do it as a class and hang it on the tree in our classroom. But the week they decorated, I came down with the flu and missed it. When I’d gotten back to school, the entire room was decorated with colorful ornaments they had made and popcorn garland. I’d missed it all.
I turned my attention to the movie and was surprised that he had chosen this one. I’d heard of Elf. There was Elf stuff everywhere during the holidays.
I glanced over at him. “You like this movie?”
He shrugged. “The truth? Not really. But you will.”
“What would you rather watch?” I asked him.
“Die Hard,” he replied with a dimple in his cheek.
“Is that a Christmas movie?” I really loved his dimple.
“It’s been debated for years. It happens at Christmas, so therefore, it is a Christmas movie.”
I was too busy watching him that I jammed the needle in my finger and let out a startled cry. When I looked down at my finger, a small drop of blood formed. Crap. I was going to bleed on our popcorn.
Saxon moved the bowl and took my hand, then put my finger in his mouth and sucked. His tongue circled it, making me shiver. His eyes met mine, and he winked. I stared at him, speechless. He pulled it out and studied the tip that I had poked for a moment, then kissed it before standing up.
