Chapter 72 Merry Christmas (5)

• Christie
• The way he kissed me reminded me of the boy I had kissed in the kitchen. Could it be possible that both brothers kissed the same way? I mean, they were twins, after all. Or was Caleb the boy I had kissed last night? He didn't seem to remember—or was he just pretending?
• I couldn't complete that thought because he pulled me flush against his rock-hard body, all conversation about horses thrown out the window. He let his hands wander down my back, letting them rest on my ass. He squeezed hard, then gave me a sharp spank.