Christmas Presents by Carly Keene

Author:Carly Keene [Keene, Carly]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-12-09T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SEVEN

Chapter 7

Jackson

I wake up logy and fuzzy-headed, at first not sure where I am. Then I smell Noelle’s sweet vanilla-and-flowers scent on the pillow, and the smell of sex on the sheets, and I know. My heart jumps, and I smile: Noelle. Her bed.

But she’s not in it with me, and the pale December morning light is sneaking around her bedroom curtains. I get up and peek out. It’s later than I’d assumed, looking at the color of the sky—either that, or it’s going to snow soon. Maybe both.

I go looking for Noelle and my phone, in that order, so I can check the forecast. A light snow might bring people out to the tree farm, but a heavier one usually makes them stay home, right after they raid the grocery store for milk, bread, and TP.

Noelle’s not here.

There’s a sticky note on the inside of the door with my name on it. It’s scribbled, the way you’d write if you were in a big hurry, and it’s clear she was rushing when she wrote it: “Jackson—very late for work, wish I could stay and wake up with you—call me? Dinner again? :) Noelle 1000X PS pls lock door behind you.”

<i>A thousand kisses.<i/> My heart jumps again. A thousand wouldn’t be nearly enough, but it would be a good start.

I clean up the little mess we made last night with the soda and pizza, and make up the bed, taking an extra minute or two to just smell her pillow. Really, the whole apartment smells like her, all deliciously girly, and the more I sniff, the more my dick wakes up. “Down, boy,” I tell it. “She’s not even here.”

The microwave clock says it’s almost eleven, way way later than I’d thought. Snow is undoubtedly coming soon. I find my phone on the coffee table, intending to check the NOAA weather app for snow, but it is dead. No way to call Noelle until it’s charged up.

I sigh. Maybe I can just go by the PharmHouse and say hello, maybe take her some lunch, before I go get reamed out by my brother for being late to work.

I take one more deep sniff of the smell of Noelle before locking the door behind me. My truck’s cold, and when I get to my apartment it’s cold too. Funny how I’ve never noticed that before, and you’d think that I would have noticed, given that I work outside. Maybe it’s just Noelle’s warmth I’m missing.

My phone’s so totally battery-dead that even ten full minutes of charging isn’t enough to boot it up. I unhook it and plan to plug it in at the tree farm office later.

Clean work clothes on, I make a stop by Biscuit World to pick up sweet tea and a sack of chicken biscuits, which are good for both breakfast and lunch. Then I hit the grocery store for a small bouquet of pink roses. I can’t stop smiling when I think of her face.

I sweep into the Sledds Run Pharmhouse, still smiling, still holding roses.

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