That One Moment

by C.S. Autumn

“I forgot, you know?” His brows furrow, that groove in his forehead that I love so much, appearing. “Forgot what?” “What it felt like to not be alone for Christmas. What it felt like to be part of something. Even before, Christmas wasn’t like this.” Choosing a side when my parents split put a damper on all our family holidays. “It’s dizzying, in a nice way but I’m afraid it’s not real, like because it’s so good, it can’t possibly be true.” I sniff and wipe my eyes. Jamie kisses my forehead, holding his lips against my skin for one, two, three heartbeats. “What do you need?” Placing one hand on the nape of his neck, I tilt my head until his lips whisper against mine. “I need you to kiss me. When you kiss me this all feels real, like I won’t open my eyes and be numb and lost again.” “You’re the realest thing in my life,” Jamie says, applying pressure until our lips are locked in a slow, sensual kiss that heals another part of me. He kisses me until warmth floods my veins and I’m forced to push him away before we forget that there’s a bunch of people still waiting for us.