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“What exactly are you doing?”
It was her turn to be confused now, and she stared, her brows raising. “Seducing you.”
“Seducing me?”
Giselle started rolling her shoulders in such a dramatic fashion that he thought they might pop out of place, and Robert tried, desperately, to hold his laughter in.
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Her hand moved down as she pulled on a thin piece of string, and that action finally allowed him to see that she was hanging mistletoe directly above their pillows. Robert chuckled. He should’ve known — last year she not only hung some in the doorways, but on the ceiling above the middle of their bed, too. He looked up and noted there wasn’t anything hanging in that particular spot, but he had a feeling that by this time tomorrow, there would be.
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A small part of Robert was a bit uncomfortable with what he saw — who sits that close to someone they don’t know? — but another part of him was rather amused. It was obvious the man was trying to flirt with her and, like always, she didn’t notice. This happened fairly often, from both men, and women, and Giselle simply never caught on. In her mind, someone being overly friendly, and basically pressing themselves up against her was far from unusual.
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“It has been exactly one month since we met!”
The unbridled joy radiating off of her was infectious, and he felt the corner of his mouth quirk up. “Really?”
That was almost hard to believe — so much had happened, so much of his life had changed, yet it felt like no time had passed at all. With Giselle, things almost didn’t feel real, and though he would never admit this out loud, a part of him was silently worried he might wake up one morning and learn that all of this had been some strange, yet wonderful dream.
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As she continued to stare, Giselle’s face grew hotter, her heart jumping inside her chest. Had that all been a dream? Surely not if they were lying beside each other like this. But, perhaps, she was still asleep. Maybe what she was witnessing now was nothing more than her own imagination playing tricks on her.