Make You Mine This Christmas

by Lizzie Huxley-Jones

‘I love that you talk like a thesaurus on the fritz when you’re flustered.

Really, it’s a little impressive that she recognised Kit at all, but it also feels like there’s just no one like her. Haf memorised her outline the moment they met.

she whines in the teenage cadence that returns once you’ve been under your parents’ roof for a few hours.

‘I walked right into that, didn’t I?’ ‘Like a carrot into the bra.’ ‘I don’t think that’s a common turn of phrase.’

Haf is so happy, right in this moment with him. All the complications of their fake Christmas fall away, and it feels real. Not the romance part, but the happiness, the celebration, the being together.

‘There probably would have been significantly more murder.’ ‘More murder?’ Haf squeaks. ‘There’s been no murder.’ Kit huffs.

‘You’ll spend so much of your life in a job. What’s the point of doing something that makes you miserable?’