Home for the Holidays (A Holinight Novella)

by Lee Jacquot

His bright eyes dance over my features, a softness I’ve never seen etched in every corner of his. “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.” Twice, I try to speak, try to articulate the way his words sink into my bloodstream and light me on fire with emotions I’ve only seen depicted in movies. But I can’t, and luckily I don’t have to. He leans closer, running his thumb over my cheek. “I am yours. Wholly and truly. Not a day has passed since I laid eyes on you where I wasn’t.” He brushes away a tear that tumbles down my face. Then he kisses me. 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,

We fell in love deeply, madly, obsessively, and just like he told me, fear and worry disintegrated. There hasn’t been a day that’s gone by where our souls haven’t fused together a little more.