Home for the Holidays (A Holinight Novella)

by Lee Jacquot

To the dreamers.

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

He kisses me in front of the window with the waterfall, in one of the offices that really is an art room he made just in case I found my way back to him, and lastly, in the clawfoot bathtub. And in between those kisses, he whispers sweet nothings, dirty promises, all of which swear that no matter what, I am his, and he is mine.

Always.