Snowman by AC Netzel

Author:AC Netzel [Netzel, AC]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-11-11T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter 24

“Nick,” I whisper, realizing that I can’t allow myself to feel this way.

“Mmm,” his voice is soft. He holds me a little closer, pressing his forehead against mine as we sway slowly to the music.

“We can’t.” I look up at him, shake my head, and take a small step back as an emptiness fills my heart.

“I know.” He nods, gliding his hands down my arms until he’s holding mine. We gaze at each other with silent longing.

“I’m sorry.”

“Yeah.” He offers half a smile as he releases my hands. “Me too.”

“I… Umm.” For the first time in my life, I’m speechless.

“Let me get you a drink,” he says, saving me from my brain blackout.

Breathing a sigh of relief, I nod. “That would be great.” I could use a good stiff cocktail to calm my shot nerves. Heavy on the stiff.

“Wait for me by the dessert table. I’ll be right back,” he tells me.

“Okay.”

“Any requests?” he asks.

The entire bottle would be fine. Preferably a billion proof. No glass necessary.

“Whatever you’re having.” As long as it’s one-part alcohol and the other part alcohol.

I lean against a wall near the table, trying to blend into the background. I don’t know if anyone witnessed what just transpired between us on the dance floor, but since I can’t explain it to myself, I sure as hell can’t explain it to someone else. What happened was more than a harmless flirtation and passing attraction. Much more. I felt it. And I know he felt it too.

Why does something that feels so right, so damn-near perfect, have to be so wrong?

After a few minutes, I spot Nick walking back with two disposable cups in his hands. God, he’s handsome. What I would give to run my fingers through his thick, wavy hair. How I’d love to unbutton his shirt, one by one, and touch the hard body that was pressed against mine a few short minutes ago.

“Careful,” he says as he hands the cup to me. “It’s hot.”

I look down and watch a huge marshmallow bob up and down.

“Oh,” I say, faking enthusiasm. “Hot cocoa.”

“Not just any hot cocoa. The best hot cocoa.”

I do an internal eye-roll. Everything in this town is ‘The best. Award-winning, blah blah blah.’

“It’s won several awards,” he boasts.

Of course it did.

“Super. Thanks.”

He faces me while my back is still pressed against the wall. I scan the room for a familiar face, someone to call over to serve as a kill switch for this electric charge crackling between us. But I come up short.

“So… uh… where’s Noelle?” I ask, aiming to steer our conversation away from what just occurred on the dance floor.

“Over there.” He points to the opposite end of the barn where she’s sitting at a small picnic table, chatting animatedly with a few other kids.

Being an only child myself, it warms my heart to see her interact with other children. When I was her age, my playmates were the characters in my books, and my interactions were mostly with adults. I thought that was the way I wanted it, but after watching her, I realize that maybe I missed out.

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