Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 56462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 282(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 282(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
It’s everything.
I absolutely love it.
The matching set is perfect and fits me just right, accentuating the slight curves of my body. The deep red isn’t exactly the bright festive red we’re all used to, but it’ll more than get the job done tonight.
Finishing off the look, I slip my feet into a pair of nude heels before spritzing my favorite perfume across my body. I touch up some lipstick and let my hair down, watching as it falls into soft waves down my back.
The nerves get stronger, but I’m in it for the long haul now. There’s no turning back. No giving up. I need to see this through, and what’s more, I need to feel my body come alive.
My ex and I had a great sex life. We were always going at it, and while he wasn’t exactly the best I ever had, he was capable of giving me what I needed, which only leaves me with more questions. Was I not enough? Was he not satisfied with me? Why did he feel the need to screw my best friend?
Ugh. I can’t think about that tonight. This is about me, and that asshole is not going to ruin this for me too.
Moving around my bedroom, I stand in front of my full-length mirror, taking in the overall look, and I couldn’t be happier. I hope like hell my mystery Christmas Eve visitor likes what he sees because if he doesn’t, I think it will break my heart.
With only one last Christmas tradition left, I make my way into my small walk-in closet and reach up onto my highest tippy toes to the very top shelf. I feel around blindly until my fingers swipe across the small velvet box, and I quickly grab it, pulling the box down as a sweet fondness floods my chest.
I open the small box, revealing my charm bracelet, full of the little charms that he’s left on my bedside table over the last twenty years. There’s a little reindeer, a sleigh, a Santa hat, and a Christmas tree. There’s a snow globe, a Mrs. Claus, a present, and so many more. Anything Christmas related, and I can guarantee there’s a little charm right here on this bracelet to represent it. But my all-time favorite one is the little gingerbread man winking back at me.
Placing it down on my bedside table just like I’ve done every other year, I arrange it so that the little gingerbread man is front and center, and with everything just the way I want it, I drop down on my bed and prepare myself for what could only be the best night of my entire life.
4
NICK
I’m fucking wrecked, but nothing is about to stop me from finally fulfilling Mila’s wish. I’ve been around the globe and made sure to check every last name off my list. Not to mention, I achieved it in record time, leaving me more than enough time to make Mila’s legs shake.
I’ve been waiting for this for years. During my childhood years, all I wanted was for her to wake up again. To see and remember that I was real, not a figment of her imagination. Then during my teen years, I started to wonder what it’d be like to kiss her, to feel how her skin felt beneath my fingers. But once those late teen years hit, it was fucking over for me.
I wanted her. I wanted to run my tongue up her thighs and taste her. I wanted to hear the way she would cry out when I made her come. I wanted it all.
Up until tonight, I’ve resisted. But not anymore.
Tonight, she finally gets exactly what she’s been craving, and I get fucking everything.
Parking my sleigh on the rooftop of Mila’s New York apartment complex, I make my way down the fire escape before glancing back over my shoulder and making sure the reindeer aren’t going to cause any problems.
Most of them will probably take the chance to nap, but a handful of them are just adolescents on their first trip and can’t exactly be trusted. It’s been one hell of a night for them, so I’m banking on the fact that they’re exhausted. They can rest up now and have regained just enough energy to get us back to the North Pole before sunrise.
With every step I take down the fire escape, the exhaustion from the night begins to wear off, and I’m filled with desperate adrenaline. Just the thought of what’s about to happen makes my heart race in a way it never has before. I’ve dreamed of this moment, pictured how it would happen a million different times, and there’s no doubt in my mind that how this actually plays out is going to be a million times better than I could have ever imagined.