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Glittering snowflakes swirled around them, making it the perfect moment for kissing. Although, Tella genuinely believed that almost every moment was perfect for kissing. Kisses were perfect ways to say hello and goodbye. Kisses were perfect for thank-yous. Kisses were excellent for celebrating, and they were even better for taking away pain.
Legend grabbed her wrist and spun her back around to face him. Her blood rushed from the combination of his touch and the spinning and the consuming sudden nearness as he asked, “Where are you going off to so fast?” I’m leaving because you didn’t kiss me, she thought. But she said, “None of your business.” “You are always my business, Donatella.” Legend’s hand slowly moved up her arm and under her cloak, sparking as he traced the bare skin between her glove and her sleeve.
In How Not to Lose the Love of Your Life, it said, You should never have to ask for anything. Men should be able to read your mind.
If Legend was truly her true love, wouldn’t he know that she wanted him to choose her over Caraval? And that she wanted a Holiday gift? Despite the fact he wasn’t much for the Holiday?
Never chase after a man. Men like to feel as if they have won a prize, as if they have something no one else can get. Instead of throwing yourself at a man, make yourself difficult to hold on to and he will try even harder to keep you.
This didn’t feel like Legend. Legend could be sinister, but he was never shabby.
“Has anyone ever told you that you look like the Fate Slayer?” “No, but thank you. I’ve heard she’s quite beautiful,” Tella said, and then quickly she tried to think of a name.
And she really didn’t want to be rescued by Legend. Well—a part of her did. Legend was quite dashing when he was angry, and she could picture him bursting in like a storm to save her, and then lifting her into his strong arms, holding her close as he carried her out into the snow.
“You look quite dashing, my love.” She pressed a kiss to his cheek as she reached him. But Julian turned quickly enough that her lips found his instead. His arm snaked around her waist, holding her tight and kissing her back until her cheeks were redder than a candy cane. “You scoundrel,” she murmured. “It’s not my fault you look so pretty when you blush.”
“You look devastating, Crimson.” Scarlett smiled wider.
“Does this mean you actually love the Great Holiday after all?” Legend’s perfect smile appeared again. “No, Donatella. I just love you.”
