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“Keyton gets first dibs on the cookies? Not cool” Berk walked out of the kitchen with two red plastic cups in his hands They didn’t exactly go with his toga and the gold leaf crorapped around his head, but the butterflies in er, and every time he looked at me I felt like the luckiest woman in the room—hell, the world

Taking one of the cups, I took a sip “It’s not my fault he beat you to the punch”

“No, I was getting you punch”

“Touché”

“You didn’t save any forlike Elle had told him Santa wasn’t real Dejected, he held onto both cups, clutching them to his chest

I couldn’t stop h at his crestfallen expression, especially since he had a giant green alien inflatable attached to his back with fake ar carried away

She cupped his cheek “Don’t worry There’s a whole box for us back at the house”

He wrapped his ar the drinks on her

“What about me? I’m the one who made them”

Berk wrapped his arainst the back of my neck “You saved some for me, didn’t you?”

I shuddered, trying to keep ainst my skin

“There’s an even bigger surprise waiting for you” I turned, our mouths less than an inch apart

“If it’s a kiss, I’ll be a happy ainst mine

I ran my hands up and down his arms around his shoulders “You’re too easy to please”

“Only when it comes to you” He planted a kiss on hter around us