Let Your Hearts Be Light (Christmas Daddies, #1)

by Fae Quin

“Which room do you think is Becca’s?” he asked, like an absolute fucking creep. But he was my creep, so I loved him anyway.

Jesus, fuck me. Not literally. Oh hell. I was going to hell.

His eyes said, be gentle. They said, I’ve never done this before. They said, you don’t know what this means to me.

“Just looking, sweetheart.” Just looking, he said. Like I was anything to look at. Maybe in his eyes I was?

He called me honey bee. But he was the one with honey for eyes.

He was sugar cookies, hot cocoa, and Christmas mornings. Sunbeams, summer days, and laughter.

“We were just out of sync. Playing the same song at different intervals.”

“I didn’t know if you were like…one of those guys who hates from inside the club.”

He was my constant. The moon that rose every night. The crisp taste of snow in the air before the storm ever hit. He was warm hugs, hot cocoa, and wood shavings.