Better Not Pout (Mistletoe Falls)

by Maren Moore

For anyone who needs a reason to believe in magic. It’s at your fingertips, and all you have to do is reach for it. And of course for all of my Hallmark after dark girls who love a little extra spice with their… sugar ;)

It’s not that I think love isn’t real, but maybe it’s just not as whimsical as it seems between the pages of a book about a man, written by a woman.

The desperate need to be slimmer because of my perpetual wavering confidence.

Yeah, I’m in some real fucking trouble when it comes to Rosalie Sullivan.

“Yeah, Sugar. I think everyone here needs to know that you’re mine.”

“But I’m starting to realize just how wrong I am about you. Now, all I want is to find out if you taste as sweet as I’ve imagined, Rosalie Sullivan.”

But as I’m kissing my fake girlfriend in the middle of my barely renovated bar, it feels like the most right thing I’ve ever done.

Like all of the shit that I’ve been through in the last couple of years has led me straight here. Straight to her.

“You are perfect. Every inch of you. And if you’ll let me, I want you to give me the chance to prove it to you.”

Nothing is sexier than seeing your girl marked by you.

“You are a dream, Rosalie Sullivan.”

I’ve never wanted anything as badly as I want Wells McCoy.

Rosalie Sullivan is sugar and spice, and I love every single bit of both sides of her.

*Can’t wait to twin with my girl. Pawprint Love, Frankie.*

“They’re tempting, but they’re nothing compared to how tempted I am by you. I’m beginning to realize that my sweet tooth is for you, Rosalie Sullivan.”

I’m a fucking man, Rosalie. One who loves every goddamn inch of this body. One who loves your curves and softness. One who loses his goddamn mind with the need to touch you. I’m not a boy who can’t handle the woman that you are. Do you hear me?”

“If you need me to reassure you of that every single time I see you, I will without hesitation. Over and over, until you realize how perfect you are,”

“You are a dream, Rosalie. A literal fucking dream.”

I want her to be my girl. I want to date her, get to know everything there is to know about her. I want her to be mine. For real this time.

He’s the man who made me believe that magic does exist. And maybe it’s been here all along.