Stealing Mrs. Claus

by Pru Schuyler

He tells me when he needs me to make an appearance as his perfect wife, and that’s it. It’s simple, easy, and safe,

And that would completely defeat the whole purpose of Operation Cookie. To meet her officially one on one.

I can’t believe she brought me a blanket. I had zero expectations past getting in the door. And yet here I am, about to propose to this gorgeous girl because she brought me a fuzzy blanket.

It doesn’t take much to steal my heart. Give me a cozy blanket, a book, or delicious pastries? I’m already in love.

Literally me

By the time I’m making honeymoon plans in my head, the other person is figuring out how to end it.

Lmao

“I love to read. Rom-coms, sports romance, traumances. Romance of any kind really. I love forgetting that I’m reading, like I’m in the story, in the book, so intently in the moment that I forget who I really am. No other feeling relates to being completely lost in a book,”

I don’t know if it was the good night’s sleep or the conversation with Noelle last night, but I feel empowered today—something I haven’t really felt much of lately. With this renewed feeling, I text my new friend. Kat: Good morning. I hope you have a great day! :)

Last night, I might have overshared. But that’s what happens when everything has been bottled inside for so long. It all flies out with no control.

I turn to Noelle’s house, unable to resist the urge to look her way in hopes of catching a glimpse of her.

I am a chocolate lover through and through.

“Fancy seeing you here.” I gracefully sit next to her, my back against the counter.

was recently inspired to take a painting class, and I heard amazing things about The Bristle, this instructor specifically. So, here I am.”

You set the boundaries; you set the rules. It’s all on your terms.

I don’t know if it’s the newfound self-confidence I seemed to stumble upon today, or the fact that I will be ending things with Nic when he comes back, or because I want to do something in my life just because I can. But not a second after she finishes talking, I say, “I’m in.” I am absolutely insane.

She nods as I grab the handle, slowly pulling the door open. “After you, love.”

When we turn the corner of the stairs and have a bit more privacy, I say, “The room has two beds, so don’t worry; we won’t have to share.” Walking in silence to the end of the hallway, I open the door and eat my words. Because only one bed is in here.

One bed tropeeee

There is no way that I can go this whole trip without finding out how silky her skin is, without curling her body into my own, without finding out how she likes to be kissed.

She deserves to know without a shadow of a doubt that her partner puts her first, that they care about her every thought and dream.

I can’t help the thought that crosses my mind next. She deserves what I could give her.

None of that was a lie. I am famished, but not particularly for breakfast.

OH???

in case I give in to my absolute need to touch her.

She wets her lips with her tongue, looking at me in a way no one ever has. Like I’m the most beautiful painting she has ever seen, like a masterpiece she crafted herself.

Her eyes drop to my lips, and my breath halts. “Noelle?” she asks, her voice thick and needy. Nodding, I question, “Yes?” She stands up taller, reaching closer to my lips. “Kiss m—” She doesn’t finish the last word before my lips are against hers, moving in a rhythm only she and I can create.

Its finally happening. Yayyyyyyy

Nothing feels as right as kissing her.

You should never accept anything less than what you deserve. Merry Christmas, love.

“All I want tonight is for you to come on my tongue. That will be enough for me.”

But here’s a hint: it’s a blonde-haired lawyer with a talented tongue.

Noelle is invading all of my senses, and I don’t think it will ever fade.

A bit of sadness sits on my chest, but it’s the kind you feel when you finish a good book. You will miss the story and the characters. But that story is done, finished, and it’s time to open the cover of a new book.

“Noelle, I don’t want fake with you. I don’t want a countdown clock to the end of us. I want more. I think you do too. Will you give us a real chance? No fake anything this time.”

Tucking my head into the crook of her neck, I take a deep breath and relax into my girl. “Merry Christmas, Noelle.” She kisses the top of my head. “Merry Christmas, my love.”