Chapter Twelve

Holly

The kiss started slow and sweet. It was just his lips pressed against hers, but then his fingers came to her face and she wanted more.

A lot more.

Her hand went to his neck, pulling him into her. Her fingertips played with the bottom of his hair. He pulled back, her eyes still closed. He smelled of a masculine soap that made her breathe him in as deep as she could.

The crowd disappeared from her mind. The band’s music faded, and the laughter receded until all she heard was the sound of her own heartbeat and Nathan’s soft breathing.

Slowly, she opened her eyes, looking up and into his handsome face. His cheeks were flushed as if he’d been running in the cold. She could feel his breathing come hard and fast. His eyes were dark, pupils wide and not just because of the dim candlelight.

Apparently he wasn’t the only one experiencing the flush of a mistletoe kiss.

She kissed him this time. Pulling her into him and wrapping her arm around his neck. There was no stubble against her chee