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On those last words, he turns those blue eyes onso close and I’ all the feels

I s, and searchup a handful of words

“That’s awfully generous of you,” I e

“M his hand up—to brush more snow out of my hair, I think

Except his hand pauses His fingertips brush along my jaw Close to my mouth He tips my head back

And oh, holy Santa Claus, Frosty the Snowman and all the Ghosts of Christmas, Past, Present, and Yet to Come

He’s going to kiss me

Here

Now

I barely have tiht when his mouth covers mine His lips are softer than I’d have expected, cold and warm all at once, thanks to the snorapat the sensation of his body flush against mine

It ainstabilities He starts like he’s whispering a secret, just brushing his lips against h that, if I wanted to pull away, I could

But oh, God, I don’t want to pull away I never want to pull away fro, shivers of excite inside of me that I didn’t know existed It’s like his kiss is an invitation to the world’s greatest Christmas party, and I’m the only one he’s asked

And when I press even closer, I know I’ht be innocent enough, I can feel his enthusiasainst my stomach

Then he takes it a step further and deepens the kiss He angles his head, swiping his tongue across ainst hi my hands in the neckline of his shirt to try to pull him closer

“Is this violating any rules?” he asks, his voice teasing as he pulls away to look me in the eyes

“Nope, not a one” I shake oal getting as ainst me as possible But I’m so dan our parts in the way that I want

He must sense my frustration because, in one motion, he’s liftedhim