In a Holidaze

by Christina Lauren

With a little wink, Andrew turns and heads back into the house, and I am left trying to find my sanity.

“It never occurred to me that you might be mine.”

“And now you told me you wanted me, and I remembered the tarot cards, and—I don’t believe any of that, or at least I didn’t think I believed it, but I just thought—‘What if all this time, she’s been right in front of me?’

“I am always proud of you.” She wraps her hand around mine. “I trust you. The only person whose expectations you have to live up to is yourself.” She lifts my hand to her mouth and kisses it. “I want you to find what makes you happy.”

“With your favorite thing: terrible candy.” “Don’t be coy, Andrew Polley Hollis, you know you’re my favorite thing.”