Candace Havens - Christmas With The Marine

He pulled her tighter, and she liked feeling him pressing into her. She liked it a lot. “I’m fine. Sometimes noise gets to me a little. It’s not that big of a deal. Though, I could have used some ibuprofen a couple of hours ago.”

Oh, no. He didn’t feel well.

The noise, between the music and the chatter, had been deafening most of the night. Poor guy. And he’d acted like it wasn’t an issue.

“Would you like to take a break? I know somewhere we could go and it’s quiet.”

He raised an eyebrow. “What about your mom and her friends?”

“The party is dying down. They’ll be fine.” She hadn’t lied. Most of the attendees were gathering their things. “If it makes you feel better, we can go say a quick goodbye. I’ll tell them I’m the one with the headache and you’re taking me home. What they don’t know is home is a lot closer than they think. In less than five minutes, it will be superquiet and I also have something for your head.”

He let go of her immediately. “Really? A couple of aspirin or something and even twenty minutes of quiet and I’ll be good as new. That’s a great plan. Let’s do that.”

This time she was the one who chuckled.

They said their goodbyes quickly, although she felt like her mom might have held on a little too long when she’d hugged Ben, but soon after they were headed out of the ballroom.

He started to lead her to the front of the lobby, but she grabbed his hand.

“This way,” she said, pulling him to the elevator.

He frowned again. “I thought we were leaving.”

“No, I said I wanted you to take me home and I promised you quiet. I always get a room the night of this event in case I drink a little too much. So tonight, home is on the top floor of this hotel. Come on. We can raid the minibar. Dinner seems like a million years ago and I’m starving.”

She had no idea what she was doing or why she was taking him up to her hotel room.

Right. You have no idea. Okay, so alone time didn’t sound like the worst idea in the world. And maybe her sister’s words about having a good time were sinking it. This guy wasn’t like anyone she’d ever dated. He’d even told her that he had no expectations.

And I really want to know more about that tattoo on his chest.

“You’re okay with this, right? Going up to my room?”

He didn’t argue, just followed her onto the elevator. A couple women joined them and gave her knowing looks. She didn’t care.

She was taking her sister’s advice and was about to get happy with a hot Marine, or at the very least, kiss one.

The warmth coursing through her body didn’t lie, though. It was looking forward to so much more.

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