All I Want For Christmas Is You (feat. Adam)

I’m getting lost in all the ideas of you.

I never thought I’d be seduced by a woman who’s nearly a stranger on Christmas Eve.

She is silk to the touch, and the glow of the Christmas tree’s lights illuminates her every shadow and curve. But I’m almost afraid to press my hands against her skin in the fear that she’s going to pop and disintegrate like a bubble in midair. The only assurance I have that she’s real is the graze of her smile on those luscious lips.

“What are you waiting for?” she asks, her head tilted at an angle as she inspects me with her dark eyes. Her mouth teases me with the way she smothers the grin that would tell me she’s enjoying herself far too much at my expense.

“I don’t know,” I admit, and her eyes widen in surprise as if honesty wasn’t quite what she was expecting. Then I take another shuddering breath before I allow my hands to flatten against her hips to hold her right in place. “I keep thinking you’re going to disappear. Like you’re a magic trick or something.”

Her head cocks again to the side, studying me intently, before she whispers, “Do girls disappear on you a lot, or — ?” She trails off with the question, her tone a delicious mix of mocking and tempting, and I wish I hadn’t played coy long enough to derail…