Never Kiss A Man In A Christmas Sweater Novels & Stories

I thought he was going to whisper something to me, but instead, he brought his nose close to my neck and, with a deep sigh, began to sniff me eagerly. What the hell was going on? I didn't even have time to process it before I put my hands on his chest and pushed him away furiously. “Get away from me!” I shouted, my voice trembling. But despite my shout, he just shook his head and combed his hair back in despair. “Why the hell are you wearing those clothes? It's Christmas Eve, Katerine, you can't go out like that!” he shouted, looking me up and down. I quickly looked down and saw that the button on my dress was about to break due to my enormous breasts, which were slightly visible through the

There’s nothing I can do right now outside of making sure Evelyn is happy. “Just imagining your face when you open your gift,” I reply, knowing she’ll laugh at my sentiments. If there’s one thing I don’t have to worry about, it’s making Evelyn smile. I know how to do that as easily as breathing. “Funny, I was thinking the same thing but about you opening your gift.” I snort, unable to help myself. “The only thing I want from you is a Christmas Kiss.” “What the hell is that?” “It’s where you get your ass into my room and give me the best kiss for Christmas.”

“Then stop looking cute.” I let out a sound that can only be described as “rabid penguin.” He steps closer. WHY. WHY ALWAYS CLOSER. WHY DOES THIS MAN NOT OWN PERSONAL SPACE. “You’re shaking again,” he says softly. “I’m shaking because YOU stress me out!” “Mm.” “Don’t mm me!” “You’re still cold.” “I—NO—” He reaches out. Touches the sleeve of the sweater. And very quietly says: “You can keep it.”

I asked, still smiling. "Tradition," he said. "Pretty girls get kissed under the mistletoe." I was like, what do you mean? My jaw dropped. He couldn't possibly be doing that. Yes, he could. He bent his head and I stepped back. "Woah! I'm not a traditionalist enough to kiss a stranger." Why was everyone so obsessed with kissing me? He took a step back and winked at me. "Ah! right, I am William Reiner. You would know who I am right? Or should I introduce myself?" He grinned. He was a pompous brat just like his brother.

she muttered under her breath. "This is nice." Liam said, lifting a knitted cream sweater. "It's really soft and squishy." "No fair, I want a knitted sweater of Andy's. They're the best," Nova frowned in disappointment. "She only ever knits one at Christmas and gives it at random. I've gotten lucky once."

I said. "Hey, Brianna, can you get this straight?" someone said impatiently. "This is a class reunion, not some kind of public trial. Can't we just eat in peace?" I turned to look at the speaker. It was Jackson Wright, the class secretary. Back in high school, he'd never held back when it came to verbally abusing me. He used to say my bob haircut hurt his eyes, that I walked around all day with a blank expression and a sickly yellow face, like something not quite human.

I tell her. Rapidly I walk to the door and open it. My hand drops numbly beside me. There's Chris looking all handsome. He has combed his hair back; he's wearing dress pants and a Christmas sweater. In his hands he holds a bouquet of flowers and a green wrapped present box. My mouth drops open. He grins at me. "Thought I surprise you. Merry Christmas, baby." He exclaims excitedly. My lip trembles. How can he look so hot dressed in a Christmas sweater?

“Honey, I told you the game with strangers to make me jealous was for New Year's Eve, not Christmas Eve. The other guy takes another step away, and the memory of his touch is fading as quickly as it came. It's like watching the laws of nature play: the beta male ducks against the alpha male, and the sexy man in the suit is one hundred percent the alpha dog in this situation. Whatever pheromones he's giving off have me shifting on the velvet bar stool and leaning closer to him without thinking. It's a million times better than the thought of getting up next to the idiot with silly hands. I reach down to rub my arm where the asshole touched me, and a red mark is already showing. My alpha doesn

he purred, leaning in for a kiss. I put my fingers to his lips, stopping him from kissing me. “I’ll surprise you at the Christmas party if you come as Santa.” He hummed through his pressed together lips. “Those suits look so unsanitary.” I ran my hand down his chest, tweaking the buttons as I went further. “You won’t wear it for long.” Grasping my wrist, he brought my hand to his mouth. “Ms. Neely, are you trying to seduce me into doing your bidding?”

She looked at him. “He broke my heart,” she said in a whisper. He felt sorry for her. Something lit up in his head and he got up and went towards his luggage. He picked up a red knitted sweater, it was beautifully knitted. He wore it and walked in front of her. There were Christmas trees and horses engraved over it. She looked at him and burst into laughter. “What is this?” she asked while laughing. “My Granny has made this for me, she asked me to wear it over charismas,” he said while pointing at the sweater.