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artists and playlists. If the Ramones T-shirt hadn’t clued him in, this sealed it. Gin was a die-hard eighties alternative rock fan. Depeche Mode, the Cure, U2’s Unforgettable Fire album. The list went on and on. There was also a playlist labeled “Ballroom” and the soundtracks to Les Miserables and Phantom of the Opera. Diverse. Just like the rest of her interests.
He set the iPod down and looked out the window, wondering what her plans were for the day. Hell, he needed a plan. He was winging it. That alone wasn’t new for him. But Gin was. His instincts were screaming about her. To tell her jokes, make her smile. Tuck her close against his side. Kiss those sweet lips. Memorize her curves.
Trumpets blared in a loud burst as U2’s “Angel of Harlem” echoed from the sound system. The light thud of her boots and a waft of cinnamon announced her approach. He turned to see her green eyes twinkling, a playful smirk dancing across her mouth as she carried two small white plates with muffins. She set them on the table and settled into her chair.
Mathias raised one eyebrow.
Her smirk bloomed into a smile. “Cranberry muffins are my favorite. They only have them at Christmastime.”
He tilted his head. “I’ve never had a cranberry muffin.” True. In his five hundred twenty years. You’re walking a whole new path here, Hunter .
“They’re sweet and tart. Taste it.” A familiar glimmer sparked in her eyes. He recognized the look she’d given him last night when she didn’t think he could dance.
How could he resist that smile? It reached her eyes, lighting her whole face. Sweet and tart. Is that how she tastes? He leaned forward and broke a crumbling piece off the top, making sure to get one red berry nestled in a bed of sugary pastry. With deliberate slowness he raised it to his lips, not breaking eye contact with her.
His acute hearing registered her breath coming a fraction faster. Her attention dropped to his mouth as he popped the bite of muffin in.
“Mm.” He grinned and winked at her. “Sweet and tart. I need another taste.”
She swallowed audibly, blinked several times, and took a gulp of coffee. “Um…I’m glad you like it.”
He winked at her and made quick work of the rest of the muffin. Gin was fun and she wanted to play. The primal demon inside him basked in her interest. Miss B didn’t know what she was getting into. “So what are your plans for today?”
“Hang out here for a bit longer.” She nibbled her muffin. “Then go wrap presents at Toys for Tots. After that, who knows?”
Bono crooned something about a Christmas tree and a smiling angel. Mathias blinked. Angel . The word stuck in his head. He reached for his cup and gulped more Brazilian rocket fuel.
“How about you?” she asked.
“Me?”
She smiled and quirked an eyebrow. “Um, yes, you. What’s on your agenda today?” Her phone trilled before he could answer.
Good, because he hadn’t come up with one yet.
“Hello? What’s wr—Oh no! Bummer. Well, get some rest.” Gin frowned and pressed a key, then dropped her hand into her lap. “I just lost my other elf.”
He narrowed his eyes. “Your elf?” She didn’t really mean elf …did she?
“That’s what we call each other. Me and my friend Cara. She was supposed to help me wrap gifts today but she has a fever and chills.” She blew out a breath. “Looks like wrapping is the only thing on my agenda now.”
“I can help.” The words popped out of his mouth before he could think twice. No thought required—he just wanted to spend more time with her. Never mind the small fact that he had never wrapped a present before. On Torth, gifts were given with ornate boxes, or sometimes basic concealment spells. Especially for children. They would have to try to undo the spell to find out what their gift was. But the human custom of using colorful paper, with ribbons and bows, always seemed like too much trouble.
“Really? That’d be great!” She
He set the iPod down and looked out the window, wondering what her plans were for the day. Hell, he needed a plan. He was winging it. That alone wasn’t new for him. But Gin was. His instincts were screaming about her. To tell her jokes, make her smile. Tuck her close against his side. Kiss those sweet lips. Memorize her curves.
Trumpets blared in a loud burst as U2’s “Angel of Harlem” echoed from the sound system. The light thud of her boots and a waft of cinnamon announced her approach. He turned to see her green eyes twinkling, a playful smirk dancing across her mouth as she carried two small white plates with muffins. She set them on the table and settled into her chair.
Mathias raised one eyebrow.
Her smirk bloomed into a smile. “Cranberry muffins are my favorite. They only have them at Christmastime.”
He tilted his head. “I’ve never had a cranberry muffin.” True. In his five hundred twenty years. You’re walking a whole new path here, Hunter .
“They’re sweet and tart. Taste it.” A familiar glimmer sparked in her eyes. He recognized the look she’d given him last night when she didn’t think he could dance.
How could he resist that smile? It reached her eyes, lighting her whole face. Sweet and tart. Is that how she tastes? He leaned forward and broke a crumbling piece off the top, making sure to get one red berry nestled in a bed of sugary pastry. With deliberate slowness he raised it to his lips, not breaking eye contact with her.
His acute hearing registered her breath coming a fraction faster. Her attention dropped to his mouth as he popped the bite of muffin in.
“Mm.” He grinned and winked at her. “Sweet and tart. I need another taste.”
She swallowed audibly, blinked several times, and took a gulp of coffee. “Um…I’m glad you like it.”
He winked at her and made quick work of the rest of the muffin. Gin was fun and she wanted to play. The primal demon inside him basked in her interest. Miss B didn’t know what she was getting into. “So what are your plans for today?”
“Hang out here for a bit longer.” She nibbled her muffin. “Then go wrap presents at Toys for Tots. After that, who knows?”
Bono crooned something about a Christmas tree and a smiling angel. Mathias blinked. Angel . The word stuck in his head. He reached for his cup and gulped more Brazilian rocket fuel.
“How about you?” she asked.
“Me?”
She smiled and quirked an eyebrow. “Um, yes, you. What’s on your agenda today?” Her phone trilled before he could answer.
Good, because he hadn’t come up with one yet.
“Hello? What’s wr—Oh no! Bummer. Well, get some rest.” Gin frowned and pressed a key, then dropped her hand into her lap. “I just lost my other elf.”
He narrowed his eyes. “Your elf?” She didn’t really mean elf …did she?
“That’s what we call each other. Me and my friend Cara. She was supposed to help me wrap gifts today but she has a fever and chills.” She blew out a breath. “Looks like wrapping is the only thing on my agenda now.”
“I can help.” The words popped out of his mouth before he could think twice. No thought required—he just wanted to spend more time with her. Never mind the small fact that he had never wrapped a present before. On Torth, gifts were given with ornate boxes, or sometimes basic concealment spells. Especially for children. They would have to try to undo the spell to find out what their gift was. But the human custom of using colorful paper, with ribbons and bows, always seemed like too much trouble.
“Really? That’d be great!” She
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