Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 82112 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82112 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
“I don’t buy people gifts. Well, except my mom, and like I said, not this year. The only person I’m interested in buying anything for is you.”
Her eyes lifted to mine again. “I thought the tree was the best Christmas gift I’d ever gotten.”
Fuck, that made me want to cry. When she said shit like that, it hurt my heart. My damn chest felt like it was breaking. A tree wasn’t a gift. But she was made happy with so little. I wasn’t going to fucking tear up. She liked it when I was the dark Saxon, as she’d called it.
“I think I can do better than that,” I told her, reaching down to take her hand and pull her up against me.
“This tree is pretty impressive,” she said, smiling at me.
“So’s my tongue. Why don’t you come sit on my face and let me show you a new way to enjoy it?”
The flash of desire in her eyes told me I’d said the right thing. Pulling her to me, I lowered my head and touched my lips to hers gently. I could be the bad boy who turned her on when she wanted it, but damn if I wasn’t going to have my moments too. Sure, I liked talking dirty and fucking rough. But I loved taking my time and savoring her. Showing her just how special she was and seeing her eyes light up when I got it right.
Twenty-Three
Haisley
I had exactly two hours between my classes to find Saxon some more Christmas gifts. In between my classes on Saturday, I’d bought him something that I had been torn about getting until things had changed Friday night. What I hadn’t expected was him to have bought me so many things. I knew he didn’t want me to do the same thing, but I wasn’t going to just give him one thing.
He kept doing sweet things, which were already the best presents I’d ever gotten. Like the angel on top of the tree with my color hair. I hadn’t even known they made angels with black hair for tree toppers. He went out of his way to make me feel special. Not one person in my life had ever cared about making me feel special—until Saxon.
There was something else I wanted to get him, but I wasn’t going to find it in a store. I had to get Trev to help me with that. Seeing as Saxon’s mom wasn’t an option. I planned on texting him later, but first, I needed to look for the things I could find in a store.
I went into a bookstore and looked around until something caught my eye, and unable to help myself, I bought it.
The next two stores had mostly men’s clothing, and I didn’t want to give him clothing. Finally, I got to a place that had unique items and engraving. Although I wasn’t sure I had time to get something engraved, I looked around at the different items.
A leather bracelet with a flat copper center meant for engraving drew me to it. I picked it up and looked at it, wishing I had time to get something engraved on it. The worn leather strap looked like Saxon’s style. I turned it over and realized there was something already engraved on it. Holding it up, I saw two words that made my chest tighten. It was perfect.
I stood there for a moment, battling with myself because this said more than I’d admitted to him. It would make my feelings for him completely transparent. He might not be ready for something like that. I started to put it down, but I couldn’t. It was if it had been put here for me to find.
Giving in, I took it to the counter to pay.
With the two wrapped gifts, I headed back to do my last yoga session before we closed for the holidays. Before I got ready, I stopped and sent Trev a text, explaining what I was looking for. I started to tuck my phone into my bag when it lit up.
Trev’s response was fast.
I have exactly what you’re looking for. I’ll get it to you without him knowing.
Smiling in relief. I responded.
Thank you!
The next session went by slow, and I knew it was only because I was ready to see Saxon. When I shifted into the next pose, my eyes caught movement at the door, and I paused. Warm brown eyes and dimples met my gaze. Biting my bottom lip, even more ready for this to end, I turned back to the people in front of me.
While I moved them through the next steps, I felt Saxon’s eyes on me. I bent, then slowly stood, reminding the ladies to breathe as they changed positions. Unable to help myself, I looked back at Saxon. His eyes were roaming over my body, which wasn’t helping me concentrate.