Noelle

Straight-Lace.
That’s what Gabriel calls me. But it’s not who I am.
Before I go home for Christmas, I have to tell him. I’ll tell him how fast my heart beats when he’s near and how sexy his ink and piercings are. I’ll tell him.
Tonight.

Noelle.
My Christmas Angel.
She has no idea how much I want to possess her, and how deep my feelings run.
One touch wasn’t enough. I want her. All of her. When she steps in my bar tonight, she’ll know.

I’m going to take my Straight-Lace and ruin her for anyone else.