Later On We'll Conspire (Christmas Escape)

by Kortney Keisel

She deepens the passion again, taking this kiss to the next level. We’re at a Christmas Eve magic, stars sparkling in the sky, snowflakes falling on the ground kind of level. And I’m here for it. All of it.

Park is my Christmas chimichanga, and the relationship rules are the antacids that protect my heart from getting burned.

Maybe being with the people you love during the holidays is more important than anything else.

“And a brown belt?” My eyebrows climb. “What?” She smiles back at me. “Nothing. I’m just surprised. With all of your energy, I pictured you to be the cheerleader type.” “What can I say? I'd rather kick someone in the stomach than kick my leg in the air.”

spending time with her is like being on chapter one of a thousand-page book and trying to read as fast as you can so you can get the entire story as soon as possible.

Who needs winter gloves when there’s a hot man around to warm your fingers?

Her mom puts the homemade first-place medal over her neck that says You Sleighed It. Lacee picks it up and kisses it, and it’s moments like this that make me think all I want for Christmas is Lacee Warren.

From the moment I met Lacee, I felt like myself around her. We effortlessly connected in every way. There was sizzling attraction, comfortableness, and playfulness. She made everything real. What I feel for her is what I imagined it would feel like coming home to a family after years of being away. She feels like my home.