Part 3

"Let me kiss you," I pleaded.

He looked at me, his eyes full of love. I cupped his face and kissed him. The kiss was gentle and full of love.

"More... I want more," Santa begged and pulled me back to his lips. We kissed again, needier this time. His hot tongue brushed against mine, and instantly warmth and butterflies rushed through my stomach.

"We didn't kiss for days," he murmured as he crawled into my lap and kissed me again. Then he hugged me tightly, like he would never let me go again.

"I have to shower, baby. I'll be quick," I said.

"No, I'm coming with you. It's too soon to be apart, I just got you back. I'll sit on the counter and you can tell me everything," he insisted.

"Okay," I smiled, and we went to the bathroom together.

We talked about my week, how the filming was going, the jokes, how we laughed whenever someone mispronounced a line.

He was curious, I could see it in his eyes. So, I answered the question he didn't ask.

"He didn't bother me much. The first evening, he made a lame joke about you 'liking him'. But the boys shut him down quickly, so he didn't repeat the mistake," I said, meeting Santa's eyes.

He pressed his lips into a thin line and nodded. "I'll never forgive myself for saying that out loud. I never liked him romantically, never will. I'm just impressed by his career success," he said.

"I know, baby," I whispered and kissed his cheek.

"I have to tell you something," he said suddenly.

I tilted my head, waiting.

"It's not a big deal, I just don't want you hearing it from someone else. I know you like having information before others do."

"What is it?" I asked, worried.

"On Tuesday night... I didn't feel okay. I was anxious and scared for no reason. So I invited..." he trailed off.