Sugar by Lydia Michaels

Author:Lydia Michaels [Michaels, Lydia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Bailey Brown Publishing
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

24

Avery

After finishing the dishes, we watched a comedian do standup on Netflix. I was getting tired, but every time I shut my eyes, Noah nudged me, reminding me not to fall asleep because we had a date at midnight.

Outside, the sky wore a gossamer mask of powder, and the glass on the windows was starting to crystallize with frost. It was a white nightmare, and he was going to make me go out there and do things in the cold.

The show ended, and he shut off the TV. As he stood and stretched, a delicious slice of his smooth belly showed.

“Okay, time to get bundled.”

I groaned, totally content snuggled under a blanket on my couch. “Are you really going to make me go out there?”

“Yes. Go put on warm clothes. I’ll meet you back here in five minutes.”

“I don’t wanna.”

He was already walking out the door.

A few minutes later he was back, wearing flannel pajama pants and a thick hoodie. I also wore a hoodie but paired mine with a frown.

“Give me your feet,” he said, coming over to the couch.

“Why?”

“Just do it.”

I rolled my eyes and lifted up my foot. He covered my wool sock with a plastic bag.

“Now, the other one.”

“I do believe serial killers are supposed to dice up their victims before they start the bagging process.”

He covered my other foot. “That’ll keep your socks dry.”

I raised a brow. “Impressive.”

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a handful of teabags. “Put these in your mittens.”

“Are we having a tea party?”

“They’re hand warmers.” He shook them as if activating something.

The second he placed them in my palm heat warmed my hand. Okay, this wasn’t starting out so bad.

“Come here.” He held up a jar of Vaseline, and I drew back.

“What are you doing with that?”

“It’s for your cheeks. It’ll keep them from getting chapped.”

I grimaced as he slathered a thin layer over my face. Next, he gave me lip balm and wrapped my neck in a long scarf.

“Where did you get this?”

“My nana made it.”

Aww, he has a nana. I don’t know what was cuter, his grandmother knitting him a scarf or the fact that he called her Nana without blushing.

“Where are your boots?”

I frowned at my bagged feet. “I don’t have any without heels.”

“What about those wooly things girls are always wearing?”

“UGGs? They aren’t meant to get wet.”

He shook his head. “I’ll never understand women’s clothing. We better double bag your feet.”

Once my sneakers were on, and my coat was buttoned. I felt like the little brother who couldn’t put his arms down in A Christmas Story. As much as I was dreading the cold, I was starting to sweat under all these layers and wanted to get someplace cooler.

Noah faced me and shoved my wool hat on my head. “You’re adorable.”

“You’re not so bad yourself.”

Actually, he looked hot as fuck in his hoodie and PJs with his duffel coat overtop. He pulled on a black beanie hat and enhanced the look to SWAT team sexy. He was SWawt!

“Let’s go.

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