All I Want for Christmas is Pooch
The taste of cinnamon welcomed him.
Kissing Noelle was every bit as perfect as he thought it would be. Reluctantly, he pulled back, realizing all good things must come to an end. “See you soon, Noelle,” he said, quietly. His forehead pressed against hers.
“Bye, Brady,” she breathed.
He waited for her to step away, to unlock her door, and get inside.
Once she was gone, Brady sucked in cold, crisp December air, and headed back to his truck, thinking the world could never be the same again, now that he’d kissed Noelle Snow.
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