I need to make sure I’m not imagining this. Slowly, I lift a hand and tuck a strand of hair behind her ear.

Seven.

She leans against my hand, her skin soft and warm.

Six.

Her eyelids flutter. I’m barely touching her, but her pulse is erratic against my fingers.

Five.

With my thumb, I caress her cheek.

Four.

Is this okay, Wren? Am I making a fool of myself?

Three.

Her eyes open.

Two.

She stares straight at me, but never moves away. There’s fire blazing in her gaze.

Fuck the mistletoe. I want to kiss her because she’s her.

One.

Below us comes the sound of my loved ones celebrating Cañonazo. Neither one of us moves.

In a voice almost too low for me to hear, Wren says, “Happy New Year, Aaron.”

I answer by swallowing the last of the space between us and kissing her.

Wren gasps as my lips meet hers, but she soon returns my kiss. Breasts pressed against my chest, she brings a hand against my back, making me hotter than ever before. Her bottom lip is in between both of mine. I bite it softly, and she moans.

Jesus fucking Christ, she feels like heaven.

Taking a step forward, I push her against the wall so I can get more of her. My tongue enters her mouth, and hers immediately connects with it, making my cock twitch in my pants.

Jesus Christ.

My other hand climbs up so I can hold her head firmly, fingers tangling in her hair. With a sound so sexy I could die, Wren presses even closer, taking control of the kiss for a moment. I let her, so fucking glad that she wants this as much as I want her.

Her nails dig into the skin of my back through my shirt as she licks my lips, then plunges her tongue back inside my mouth. She tastes like ponche and chocolate and something unique to her. If I thought her smell was addictive, it was because I hadn’t tasted her yet.

She breathes fast against me as she presses herself to my groin, and the moment she feels my hardness, she gasps. In response, I grind once against her.

The moan she lets out in answer just about ends me.

Our kiss is relentless, maybe from fear of this moment ending. Because what will it mean then? I don’t even want to think about it. The only thing I want on my mind right now is her delicious lips and body fitting perfectly against mine.

Pulling back, I whisper against her lips, “Make me burn, Wren.” Then, I bring her mouth back to mine. Tilting her head back, I gain even better access, kissing her deeper, stronger. From there, I lose control, my lips moving from her lips to her neck, leaving a path of wet kisses down the column of her throat.

And that’s when the bubble bursts.