Home for the Holidays (A Holinight Novella)

by Lee Jacquot

She was mine even before I even knew her last name, and I happily broke a few noses to make it known.

I wanted her to feel how long I’d waited for her. How bad I fucking wanted her.

We’ve been living the forbidden, miscommunication trope of life. Goddamn it.

“Would you believe me if I said I didn’t need to explore what I already know?”

“Because for me, sweetheart, it’s always been you. And when I didn’t think I’d have you, I needed the reminder. I wanted to look out this window and remember all the things you made me feel.”

“I am yours. Wholly and truly. Not a day has passed since I laid eyes on you where I wasn’t.”