Misfits and Mistletoe: A Holiday Romantic Comedy by Brittany Kelley

Author:Brittany Kelley [Kelley, Brittany]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2022-10-25T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fifteen

ASHER

There’s something magic about Quinn. Whether it’s her pink and blonde hair or her soft hand in mine, or the bright smiles she gives me, she makes me feel a way I haven’t for a very long time.

“Do you want to drive separately? Or we can take my truck?” I don’t want her to leave my side for a second, but I want her to be comfortable more than anything.

“We can take your truck,” she says. “I parked behind my store and walked.”

“Smart,” I say. I love the idea of ice skating with her. Of doing something so fun and carefree and different from my normal life.

Problem is, I want more than that. I want her. Selfishly, I can’t wait to have her holding onto me, needing me to support her. Getting to hold her close as we move around the rink. Seeing her pink-cheeked from the cold, imagining when else she’d have those pink cheeks.

Fuck.

I just want her.

Full stop.

I hold open the truck door for her, and she climbs in, grinning from ear to ear, and my chest aches at the sweetness of it.

What wouldn’t I do for this woman?

I know what I would do. If she wanted to burn down the damn Christmas tree tonight, I would hold the match. If she wanted to throw paint on Doug, I would hand her the can. It’s an idiotic way to feel, and I’m too old to be besotted, but here I am.

I’ve wanted Quinn for so long that having her within reach now feels like a dream.

But more than anything, I want her to trust me; I want her to want me too. I don’t want to be anything like the motherfucker who hurt her a few years ago.

My teeth grind as I open up the door to the driver’s side and hop in. Quinn fiddles with her phone, a look of exasperation on her face.

“What’s wrong?”

“Marie called,” she explains. “A notice came to the store… about my hair.” She pulls at her pink ends.

“Do you want me to drop you at your store?”

“No,” she huffs. “I don’t need to see it in person. Thanks, though. That’s thoughtful. No. We’re going fucking ice skating.”

“Well, I don’t think they allow that on the rink,” I tell her seriously, and she laughs, then grins at me.

The smile slowly fades, her gaze turning heated as we both register my offhand joke.

Fucking on the skating rink.

I rake a hand through my hair, then turn the keys in the ignition. I shouldn’t be thinking about that. I shouldn’t be thinking about stripping the carefully chosen layers from Quinn’s pretty body, about discovering every inch of her. I definitely shouldn’t be thinking about how she tastes between her legs.

It’s all I can think about.

Quinn fiddles with the buttons in the dash, turning the radio on to a station playing, like everyone else, Christmas music.

“What’s your favorite Christmas song?” she asks suddenly, her gaze fixed outside the window.

“I can tell you which aren’t my favorites. ‘Last Christmas,’ ‘Do They Know It’s Christmas?’ and ‘Santa Baby.

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