Free Under the Mistletoe by Tracie Puckett Page A

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    Do you?
                MORE THAN ANYTHING.
    Committing is a risk to take
    To run would be a huge mistake
    So say that you'll be my keepsake...
    Will you?
                    IF YOU'LL BE MINE.
    I know for sure that this love
    A love that I'm unworthy of
    But I believe we'll rise above...
    Do you?
                    YES.
    You asked if I believed in fate
    I'm sorry that my answers late
    I never meant to make you wait
    Forgive me?
                    FOR YOU, I WOULD HAVE WAITED FOREVER.
               
“What this means,” he said, using his thumbs to wipe tears from my
cheek. “Is irrelevant until you graduate. I'm crazy about you,
kiddo. But my job means the world to me. So, if you're willing to
wait-”
               
“Try and stop me,” I grinned. I shivered as a large gust of wind
brought snow dusting down from the rooftop. I didn't want to ruin
the moment and tell him how cold I was, though I knew he could see
it in my eyes.
               
“One last thing,” he whispered. “Then you can sit by the fire for
the rest of the night.”
               
“Okay-”
               
“My decoration,” he nodded at the frame above the backdoor.
               
“Mistletoe,” I smirked.
               
“Had to bring it outside,” he nodded. “You can understand.”
               
“But I thought we had to wait-”
               
“Think of it as... something to look forward to .”
               
His hands found my cheeks as he gently pressed his lips to
mine.
               
I kissed Alexander Rivera for what felt like an incredible
eternity. Finally apart, noses still brushing, I closed my eyes and
smiled.
               “Merry
Christmas, Steph,” he whispered, running his fingers through my
hair.
               
Merry Christmas, indeed.