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balls.
                  Again, Heaven had to be fucking with him. Why would they have given her case to him knowing the attraction that would spark between them if they weren’t supposed to be together?
                  But the incident with the couch had to be divine intervention. Especially with the smart ass soundtrack.
                  The Nutcracker Suite? Really? That shit was not funny.
                  The Heavenly choirs sounded in his head. Almost as if to say: “Yeah, it sure was.”
                  Johnny wondered again why being dead was so uncomfortable. He didn’t actually have a body anymore, so why did he feel pain?
                  Or desire?
                  He turned to look at where Sofia was already sleeping, safely tucked away on her side of the bed.
                  What the hell had he been thinking? Trying to get into her knickers wouldn’t help her. It would just be a band-aid where she needed a permanent fix.
                  Trumpets sounded in his head loud enough to make his eyeballs jiggle.
                  Johnny took that to understand he was on the right track.
                  Okay, sorry. Next time, you don’t have to kick me in the balls. I get it. He thought to himself.
                  Suddenly, he found himself staring into large, doe eyes.
                  “That’s not creepy at all,” she murmured, “to wake up and see you staring at me.”
                  “Sorry.” Damn, but he was saying…err…thinking that a lot. He decided to be honest with her. “I’m going to be honest. I shouldn’t have done that.”
                  “If you apologize for kissing me, I’m going to knee you in the balls again.” Her self-esteem couldn’t take it if he did.
                  “Sweetheart, that was much more than a kiss.”
                  “You’re right, it was. I’m not sorry. And we’re going to do it again.” She pursed her lips. “As soon as you’ve recovered.”
                  “Heaven doesn’t like it. Why do you think the couch broke? Why do you think the TV turned on to The Nutcracker Suite? They were all signs.”
                  “They were nothing of the sort. The couch broke because it’s old and it wasn’t meant to endure what we were doing to it. I kneed you in the balls because we fell. And the TV changed channels because we landed on the remote. If Heaven didn’t want us together, it shouldn’t have sent you to me and shouldn’t have made you so hot.”
                  “I—“ he began. Johnny was trying to do the right thing.
                  “Remember you said you’d owe me a favor?” she asked pointedly.
                  “Eh, yes…” She couldn’t mean to say what he thought she meant to say? Nah.
                  “Well, that’s what I want. You. For one night. I don’t give a crap about Christmas past or future. I just care about right now.”
                  Being hit with a Mac truck would have been less of a surprise. “Sofia—“
              She pursed her lips again and took a deep breath. “Unless you really don’t want me.”
                  Self-doubt was plain on her face. The woman really didn’t know her own appeal. The realization was like a slap with that same Mac truck.
                  “Jesus, Sofia. It’s not that at all. Did you forget I almost had you naked on the couch?”
                  “Well, you’re being awfully recalcitrant.”
                  “I don’t want either of us to regret it. I’m here to help you, not get in your pants.”
                  “Maybe getting in my pants is the help I need, Johnny.” Her voice was soft and hesitant, and