Her Secret Santa: A Short Holiday Romance
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“More like across the hall,” I said. “He said he still has another gift for me. He was going to give it to me last night, but you know, we sort of got busy. So he told me this morning he’d just wait till tomorrow on Christmas day.”
“And of course I will want to know what it is. Listen, I’d love to talk more, but I have to go. Keep me posted.”
“Will do and don’t forget to have that long talk with Steve.”
We laughed as we ended the call.
While Marcus told me not to get him anything for Christmas, I certainly wasn’t going to listen. He’d already left for work since it was Christmas eve and the club would close early. So I left to do some last-minute shopping. I already knew what to get him.
Marcus
“Looks like someone finally got laid,” Todd said first thing when I walked into the club.
I tried not to, but I couldn’t help it, I smiled.
“And that smile says it was good,” Todd said. “So I take it she didn’t slam the door in your face?”
“No, thankfully. And my night was spectacular. She is seriously awesome.”
“Dude, it’s good to see you happy again.”
“What about you? Got everything planned out with Emily? Did you get her a ring?”
“A ring? Are you crazy? Naw, man, I got her a diamond necklace.”
I shook my head. “You should have gotten her a ring.”
“Wow, you get laid and suddenly your giving out relationship advice. I think I liked you better not getting any.”
“Liar.”
Todd smiled. We were standing behind the bar. Our main customers were mostly frazzled last minute Christmas shoppers who needed to unwind.
“Seriously,” Todd said. “I hope this works out for you. Because it’s plain as day you got it bad for this woman.”
I sighed. “I already love her. I know that sounds fast but, I can’t help it.”
“All joking aside, I believe you. You weren’t this blown away when you met your ex. It’ll work out, you deserve this. You two hanging out tomorrow?”
“I’m cooking her Christmas dinner and I’ve got one last gift to give her. It would be the one where I tell her how I feel.”
“You sound nervous.”
“You think?”
“Dude, it’s Christmas, the magic is in the air, trust me, everything will be fine.”
A string of customers came in and ended our conversation. Despite closing early, it was late when I got home. I didn’t see a light on in Brianna’s apartment when I pulled in. I knew she had to be tired after last night. I smiled at that thought.
I parked my SUV and before I went inside, stood there outside as snow fell around me. I held out my hand, catching a single flake. I closed my eyes and made a wish. I opened them in time to see the snow flake melt into my skin. If Todd was right and there was Christmas magic in the air, maybe, just maybe, my wish would come true.
Chapter 7
Brianna
I woke up Christmas morning to a fresh blanket of snow outside. I crawled out of bed and went into the kitchen. I saw a note on the floor near my apartment door. I picked it up and saw it was from Marcus.
“Come over when you get up. I want to give you gift #12.”
I smiled. However, there was no way in hell I was going knocking on his door in my disheveled state. I made coffee and got a shower. Once I dressed and became caffeinated, I grabbed his small gift I’d got him yesterday and went across the hall and knocked on his door.
He opened it wearing a Santa hat. “Merry Christmas,” he said. “And look at this.” He held up high a piece of mistletoe. I laughed and leaned in for a kiss.
“I hope your entire ceiling is filled with that stuff.”
“I can make that happen. Come in.”
I entered his apartment. “I got breakfast almost ready,” he said.
“Your feeding me breakfast? I thought you were making dinner?”
“Well, that too, but breakfast comes first. Actually, I want to give you your last gift first.”
“Good, because even though you told me not to, I got you a little something. Don’t worry, it’s not big and expensive.”
“Brianna.”
“Well, you know, lack of sleep made me forget the not getting you something till it was too late.” I gave him an innocent smile.
He shook his head.
“Well, since gifts are before breakfast, here’s yours.” I handed him the small package.
He took it and I watched him as he opened it. Once he did, he chuckled. “I definitely deserve this.” He held up a Christmas ornament of the Grinch, holding his heart that had grown three sizes that day.
“Guess you made Santa’s good list after all. I know the other night was certainly good.”
He leaned in and gave me a toe curling kiss. When he pulled away he said, “Well, maybe this fits with your gift.”
He grabbed a small present off the coffee table and handed it to me. “Gift number twelve.”
I tore the paper off like a little kid and opened the box to find a small, plush, fuzzy, red heart pillow. It had his name stitched on the front of it. I looked up at him.
“Brianna, I’m giving you my heart. And I’m afraid it really is all soft and fuzzy, just like the one in your hand. I love you, Brianna. You have been the light in my life for the past year, and I want you to be the light in my life for the rest of my days. I belong to you in every way. I know this is fast, but I know how I feel about you.”
I didn’t expect this. But when I gazed up at him, something inside of me just knew. Even though he never spoke to me until two days ago, I knew he was sincere. I knew he meant every word he said. I knew, from all the times I watched him and admired him from afar, I knew I loved him too.
I hugged him. He wrapped his strong arms around me and pulled me close. I said, “I love you too.” His arms tightened around me.
He said, “I guess wishes come true after all.”
I pulled back. “What do you mean?”
He smiled, making my insides turn to goo. “I’ll tell you over breakfast.”
We spent the day together laughing, kissing, making love. He made it one of the best Christmases ever. As time went on, I knew my glass was no longer half-full. It was completely full and overflowing.
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Zetta is just an average boring person in real life. In her writing life she's a sexy vixen with tons of steamy stories to tell. She also has a hard time writing about herself in the third person and hopes to one day write a better bio than this. Until then, she is hard at work on smoking hot stories which are way more interesting than a boring author bio anyway.
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