Let It Snow

by Cassie Cross

He shrugs. “That day in Mrs. Garber’s class when I fell off the swings and you brushed the rocks out of my skinned hands and kissed my tears away.” I let out a shocked laugh. “We were six!” He laughs back. “I’ve been waiting for you for a long time.” I kiss him again, not wanting to waste another second. “I’m sorry.”

His honey-brown eyes meet mine, promising forever. Yeah, I’m gonna marry him, no doubt about it.