Better Not Pout (Mistletoe Falls)

by Maren Moore

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.

Rosalie’s dream man:

When I try to imagine being as in love as my grandparents have always been, it truly seems impossible. Like the universe doesn’t make love, relationships, or people the way that it used to.

I can say with a hundred percent certainty that I couldn’t be looking at the manifestation of my dream man from a stupid freaking Santa letter.

Rosalie Sullivan has my full attention, whether I want it that way or not.

The one thing I seem to be able to do right when it comes to her is piss her off, and not going to lie, it only makes me want to do it more.

“You’re hot as fuck when you’re mad. Bothering you might just be my new favorite pastime.”

This idiot brought his fiancée in here to what… rub it in her face? At least that’s the way it seems to be from where I’m standing. What a motherfucker.

“Trust me when I say I don’t need to beg a woman for anything, Rosalie, unless she’s into that kind of thing, and then I can be a very good boy.”

I’m a littttttle extra when it comes to her, but it’s okay because she’s the cutest angel to ever exist, and if anyone deserves extra, it’s her.

“Any guy would be the luckiest motherfucker on this planet to be able to touch you, and if he says otherwise, he’s a liar.” We’re so close I can feel the soft puff of air that escapes between her lips as she sucks in a breath. “So no, having to touch you, kiss you, hold your hand when we’re in public isn’t going to make me feel uncomfortable. Even if it’s fake.”

“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.

I think Rosalie might be the magic, and I’m not sure if she even realizes it.

You know, he was lost for a long time, and something tells me that all of his searching led him right here to you, sweetheart. Thank you.”

Now, hands back. I want to lick your pretty little cunt until you come all over my face.”

“Every drop stays inside this pretty little pussy. I want my cum filling you for days, Rosalie.”

“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?”

I’m choosing Mistletoe Falls because I want a place I can call home.

“The whole time I thought I was searching for a place to call home, when all along, I was searching for you, Rosalie.”

I’ve got my dream girl. The girl that I didn’t even realize I was looking for her until she stomped into my bar and took my heart hostage. All fire and sass, but melted like sugar for me.