Holiday Romance (Fitzpatrick Christmas, #1)

by Catherine Walsh

“They don’t know about him. I mean they know of him, but not that he’s… that we’re…” He trails off, that mournful look coming back. I reach out to pat his back. “Gay?” “What?” He shakes his head. “No. They know that. We’re vegan.” Oh.

JAJJJAJAAJAJJAAJAJA.

“You’re five foot nothing, you spend most of your life looking up.”

Yoooo.

“Molly, I don’t know him, but I guarantee you no one would think kissing you is a joke.”

Why waste an evening sitting in silence when I could be talking to you instead?”

In fact, if anyone ever makes you think you are less than what you are, or that you don’t deserve everything that you reach for, I will make their lives as miserable as you want me to.

one day you are going to find someone who lights you up even more than you already do. And they’ll be lucky to have you.”

“Perfume,” Andrew says slowly, realization dawning. “That’s why you always smell awful on our flights. It’s true!” he adds when I whack his leg. “I thought you were just an eccentric. I’ve got to say I’m a little relieved. Though I still don’t get it.”

JAahajajja, malparido.

“Let me look after you. I’ll always look after you.”

Flight five, when you bought me that sweater. I didn’t wash it for a week because it smelled of you.

“I lied when I said I wanted to kiss you once before,” he continues. “Flight seven is the second time I wanted to. I don’t know why. Nothing special happened. I just came up the escalator and you were sitting by the gate and I felt like I was home already.

I wanted to look after you. Sometimes I think it’s what I was born to do.

Flight ten when you kissed me under the mistletoe and became the only girl I’ve ever truly wanted.