Never Kiss A Man In A Christmas Sweater Novels & Stories

“Baby?” I kept my eyes on the TV and didn’t look at him. “I’m not done ignoring you.” He moved into the room then stood in front of the TV, blocking the screen and forcing me to look at him. That was when I noticed the Christmas sweater. The reindeer pattern covered the green sweater, all of them with red noses. It fit him perfectly, but it also looked comical because it was something he would never, ever wear. My mouth dropped open. “Giovanni encouraged me to put this on. Said it might help you forgive me.”

He paused in his sentence and gripped the handle to his front door, pushing the beautiful mahogany open as the sweet scent of gingerbread candles wafted through Genevieve's nose and she sighed, a rare smell she seldom stumbled upon. "Why am I in your house?" She asked after a moment, pausing in her steps as the man released her, shrugging his saturated black leather jacket off, revealing his autumn-orange fitted sweater- also saturated. The man reached up, running a hand through the damp, soaked through strands of his dark hair, a watch on his wrist looking attractively, but exceedingly expensive.

“I would have taken you to your own room to change, but I didn’t want to get interrupted by Hannah or anyone else.” I gingerly pull my arms through the soft, baby blue material. It’s cashmere, I can tell. My father used to have a sweater just like this one and wore it when the weather had even the slightest hint of a bite in the air. The sweater hangs nearly to my sides but the warmth penetrates my skin within seconds. And seconds is all I have because Isaac clasps his hand around mine and yanks me toward the door, and we’re off at the speed of light.

I turned to face him and his smile was sad, tired, very tired. “Merry Christmas, Sonsy.” He pecked my lips then, and pulled back. “Don’t die.” He stroked my cheek, and I nodded. “I won’t.” He pulled me close, and we fell asleep right there without any of our night hygiene rituals. The sun woke us up, and we looked like hell. I ran my fingers through his messy curls, and he smiled, moving his hand down to clutch my waist. “It’s Christmas." “It is,” I responded, and he rolled out of the bed to sit at the edge still in the long-sleeved high-neck sweater he wore yesterday.

I take a deep breath and shout across the party, "Get your hands off my sister, you impostor!" The effect is immediate and dramatic. Winter pulls away from the kiss like she's been electrocuted and spins toward my voice, her eyes going wide with shock. "Treasure!" she exclaims, her voice carrying clearly over the music. But I'm barely processing Winter's reaction because I finally get a good look at the man she was kissing, and oh my God. He's absolutely gorgeous.

she said as she jumped down next to the shirtless man. "Only until you heal me, sweets," he said in a low voice. She blew him another kiss, wrapped both of her hands around his covered arm. "You know where to find me." He growled low in his throat. I almost laughed. Lukas made a sound low in his throat. "All of you muff divers?" He sounded so sad. Xander, Atlas, and I all laughed as Kiema glared at the man again. "I've been known to pinch hit, but it's a rare occasion," Atlas said, a flirty smile on his mouth.

I groaned, pushing the cover off me. “Merry Christmas, flame,” he said with a warm smile as he pulled me up. “Merry Christmas, baby.” I would have kissed him, but I wasn’t going to do that before brushing my teeth, so I just kissed his cheek before going to the bathroom. After I was done freshening up, I changed into an ugly Christmas sweater and some black leggings, along with some burgundy Uggs. "This is so out of character for you,” Declan chuckled when he saw my outfit.

Then, he smirked playfully, "You probably won't be able to wear clothes that reveal your shoulders in a while, so other men won't see your shoulders." Hearing his words, Kisa went ballistic. "You lunatic! I have to attend a jewelry exhibition tomorrow." "Wear something else," the man said bossily. Kisa gritted her teeth angrily and glared at the man in front of her. Suddenly, she leaned over and bit him on the neck. The man frowned and grunted. However, an affectionate smile slowly formed on his lips. Kisa bit him for a while before she felt satisfied and let go of him.

“Do you want to take the shoes off?” “No,” I whispered back to him. “It's not the shoes, but just that there are too many eyes staring at me right now. Seemed to make the floor slippery.” Damon smiled. “Let's look. But it's better for them not to talk—” “Everyone has a right to air and voice out their opinions, Damon,” I cut in, as we stepped into the elevator. He turned, the door shutting, and Damon grabbed my waist, pulled me up and kissed me. “They are. But it's better anyone who wants to should come anonymously. Else…”

Lyosha didn’t join us but gave me a peck on the cheek. ‘Good night Zayka’ he said to me, ‘Dobroy nochi’ he said to Sasha with a head nod. Sasha stifly returned the nod as Lyosha left in the opposite direction. A chill ran through me from the cool breeze. Sasha immediately handed me his sweater. ‘Oh, no thanks, I’m okay’ I said unconvincingly. ‘Put it on’ he said a little harshly ‘… please’ he added, his eyes softening. I obliged, handing him my purse to hold while I pulled on the sweater over my head. It smelled like pine trees, peppermint and musk.