The cold licked at my skin as I slid out of my clothes. Fucking winter—it would be worth it to see Jonah’s face, though. A smile stretched my lips. I wanted to eat him up. He’d been all stuttery and cute when he’d asked if I could come as Santa to the party. I would be Santa for him all night long. Chuckling I wound the tinsel around my neck, sprinted to the door, and knocked.
My “Ho ho ho,” was cut off by a woman’s shriek.
“Adam?” Jonah’s wide-eyed stare made me reconsider my outfit. “There’re kids here.”