We spend hours playing games and looking at items the vendors are selling. We get to the last one, and I ask, "What time of day do the vendors get here?"

"I think around noon," he answers.

"I want to come back and do my Christmas shopping here," I declare.

"I can make that happen," he states.

I smile, unable to stop the giddy feeling growing inside me. I like the Sebastian in front of me more than I ever thought I would.

We get to another booth, and he booms, "Ah, here we go."

I glance at it. It says "Mistletoe Booth."

"It's for charity," he claims as he slaps money on the table. His eyes twinkle, and he bends me slightly backward.

I laugh, but he silences it, sliding his tongue against mine with so much enthusiasm, he steals my breath. A bell rings, and the vendor says, "That's it. Kiss over, unless you pay more."

Sebastian pulls more money out of his wallet, tosses it at him, then returns to pressing his lips against mine. When the bell rings again, my knees are weak.

He chuckles, holding me tight to him, and states, "Come on, Sunshine. We're going for a ride."

"A ride?" I question, trying to return to reality.

"Yep."

I glance at the Ferris wheel. I fret, "You know I'm afraid of heights, right?"

He answers, "Not that type of ride." He moves me farther down the walkway. We approach a gondola with lights strung around it. He points. "You're not scared of boats, are you?"

I clap my hands. I've always wanted to go on a gondola. "Nope! This looks fun!"

Sebastian helps me onto the boat and pays the driver, who turns the Christmas music up. We make our way down the river, and Sebastian slides his arm around my shoulders.

I rest easily into his body, taking in everything.

Lights wrap around the trees and decorate the buildings, and there are special displays. I've never felt so in the holiday spirit. I say to Sebastian, "Tell me you feel it."

"Feel it?" he asks, flames growing in his eyes.

"The holiday spirit," I say, but my voice cracks. I squeeze my thighs together, wishing the pulse between them would calm down.

He rolls his face in front of mine. "Is that what you want to call it?"

Heat rushes to my face. I open my mouth, but nothing comes out.

He kisses my forehead, then leans back.

I stare at the lights for a bit, then question, "What would you be doing in Dallas if you weren't here? And you can't say working."

"I don't know. Probably exercising."

I laugh. "Come on, Sebastian. You have to do more than work and exercise."

Another moment goes by. He adds, "I guess dining with clients."

"That's working," I claim.

He stays quiet, then admits, "Nothing exciting, Georgia. What would you be doing? And you can't say baking."