A Very Badd Christmas (The Badd Brothers Book 20) by Jasinda Wilder

Author:Jasinda Wilder [Wilder, Jasinda]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Jasinda Wilder
Published: 2024-11-17T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 11

emerson

The house was finally quiet. It was almost three in the morning, and I was the only one still up. I was exhausted and wanted desperately to sleep, but I couldn't. My buzz had worn off, leaving me with a headache and a sour stomach.

I had Hayden on the brain.

I got the electric kettle out of the cabinet, filled it, and set it to heating while I found my favorite mug. It was oversized and white with stick figures painted on it, two larger and four smaller ones lined up and holding hands. Each person's name was written above their stick figure stand-in: Daddy, Mommy, Delia, Duncan, Dane, and Emerson. Delia made it in art class in fourth grade and represented the sum of her artistic talents. It also represented the first time I had a physical representation of me belonging to the Badd family in any kind of official capacity.

I waited for the kettle to click off, poured the boiling water over the peppermint tea bag, and took it outside. The fire was off, as were the space heaters, so it was bitterly cold, but I had a thick coat and my Ugg slippers. I wrapped myself in a blanket, kicked my feet up, and rested the mug on my stomach while it steeped.

The clouds had cleared in the last hour or two since everyone left, taking the snow with it, leaving a wash of brilliant, sparkling, scintillating stars. I stared up at them, thinking.

The main question on my mind was a simple one, yet it didn't seem to have a clear-cut answer: Can you fall in love with someone within seventy-two hours of meeting them?

It didn't seem possible. On the face of it, it seemed ludicrous. You can't know the first thing about a person in that short amount of time. In order to love someone, you have to know them—who they are. What they like, what they don't like. What they believe. I've been friends with good, kind, sexy, decent guys at school for months, years, even. Alex Naismith, for example. He was in my program, plays for the men's soccer team, and was in many of my classes. He was a good guy, got good grades, treated people well, kicked ass at soccer. He had a nice dick and used it well. We’d fucked three or four times, and I enjoyed it—I enjoyed him. But it never went anywhere. Aside from physical pleasure, there was just… nothing. I liked him, but I never felt anything for him but affection and friendship. Why? I liked the person who Alex is. He was a genuinely good person who should have been a perfect match for me. But despite all that, we’re nothing more than friends.

Yet, within a few days of meeting Hayden, my world got turned upside down. I couldn’t stop thinking about him. I craved him. And yes, it was physical. He was hot as fuck. That black hair, messy and wild, those green eyes…and fuck, that body, all hard and lean and shredded, and yeah, that cock of his.

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