Girls Playing With Fire 2 by Marissa Blush

Author:Marissa Blush [Blush, Marissa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-10-16T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 5 – Christmas Evening

“This is from Danny and me,” he said, handing me the present.

I tore the wrapping paper and ran my fingers along the edge of the box. Was that leather? I wondered if it cost more than what was inside. The rule was that the present had to be under $20, but no one had mentioned how much we were allowed to spend on the box.

Inside, there was a cute cover for my phone.

“Do you like it?” Danny asked.

“Love it.”

I leaned to kiss him, but I didn’t have to lean as much as a couple of months earlier.

“Come on, open mine.”

He didn’t have to be asked twice. He ripped through the wrapping paper and worked his way through the five nesting boxes until he got down to the video game.

“How did you know?” Danny asked, eyes sparkling with delight.

“I have my sources.”

The boy gave me a brief hug. “Wanna play?”

“So you can make fun of me? I’d rather keep my dignity on Christmas day. I bet you won’t have trouble finding volunteers.”

He turned to Mr. Sinclair.

“Dad?”

“Have fun. Just be in time for dinner,” he said and Danny took off immediately toward the other children.

I took a long sip of my wine. The alcohol nipped at my tongue, but it was already better than the night before. The spices were doing a very good job of covering it up. I drank a little more. I wished the wine could numb my lips and my tongue. I didn’t want to feel them anymore because all they did was burn with the desire to touch his skin.

Once Danny was gone, he turned his gaze on me. It lingered on the drops of wine I let rest on my lips in an attempt to anesthetize them. I darter my tongue out to collect them. He blinked as if waking up from a dream.

“I have a gift for you, too, but I forgot it upstairs.”

He forgot it? Mr. Sinclair wasn’t the type to forget things. Certainly not a Christmas present on Christmas day.

“Then you can’t have this until I have mine.”

I tried to snatch the box back from his hands, but he held on to it. His mouth curled at the corner in a smile I hadn’t seen before. I kept a very well curated catalog of his expressions, and that one was new. He extended a finger, touching mine where I held on to the box. The touch was electric. I let go immediately.

“I’ll bring it to your room.”

Fuck. Is he saying what I think he’s saying? He wants to come to my room?

“Breathe,” he said, and I noticed that I was holding my breath. “Should I open it?”

The question took me aback. What kind of present would it be if he wasn’t allowed to open it?

“What?” I said stupidly.

He started working on the ribbon with another expression I hadn’t noticed before. Something like disappointment. Then the question finally clicked in my mind. He wanted to know if it was safe to open the present here, in public.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.