Couples Christmas Sweaters 소설 & 이야기

He growled forcefully and ripped it from his chest. "Let's go into town and purchase correct clothing," he growled menacingly, holding a wallet up that was secured around his neck by a lanyard. I nodded, impressed by his ingenuity. I followed after him as he walked barefoot through the snow and towards the shoveled sidewalk of a small village. Townspeople glanced oddly at Lennex and he scowled angrily at seeing them looking at him. I squeezed his hand and told him to behave. We entered a store with wool sweaters in the display window. A bell dinged above the door and the scent of evergreens assaulted my senses. Christmas music was playing softly and I grinned slightly at the holiday decor. I

He was standing there in a plain sweater and jacket with his hands in his pockets and an open yet guarded look on his face. “Merry Christmas,” he said. She smiled. “Merry Christmas.” Neither of them moved for a moment. Then Bryan cleared his throat from the living room, very loudly. “We’ll be on the second floor, Perry called. “Not listening.” “Uh uh, not listening!” Bryan echoed. Tyler’s voice followed, quieter.“Have fun.” Peter chuckled under his breath. “Your children are terrifying.”

"Am I coming over tonight? I booked a private chef. Your favorite." Jordan gently took her wrists and lowered her hands. "Actually, no. I'm heading down to Medina with Mike. Gonna see family for the holidays. I'll see you sometime after New Year's." April's expression soured instantly. "Are you serious? It's Christmas week, Jordan. You'd rather freeze in Ohio than come to Cancun with me? We could be drinking champagne in a hot tub, skinny dipping, talking about our wedding—" Jordan froze mid-button. "Wedding? April, I don't remember proposing."

One year later. The house was filled with the soft glow of Christmas lights, their gentle hues dancing across the living room. Emily and Vincent had transformed their home into a cozy haven, with garlands, twinkling lights, and an extravagant Christmas tree that sparkled from every angle. The scent of cinnamon and pine mingled in the air as holiday music played softly in the background, creating a festive, heartwarming atmosphere. This Christmas, their first as a married couple, felt like the beginning of something truly beautiful, a peaceful moment carved from the chaos they’d left behind.

“But it does not count as distraction points. We need distraction points. Preferably in the form of overpriced sweaters and a sense of control.” I snorted, but my chest felt warm anyway. She was doing what she always did—dragging people forward even when she was the one struggling. We wandered into a store filled with soft winter clothes, everything in neutral tones and fake pine-scented air. Sweaters. Thank God for sweaters. Winter was the only season that didn’t feel like it was constantly asking me to perform. Spring and summer clothes were all thin straps and clingy fabric and the expectation that you should look like you stepped out of a swimsuit ad.

limping. “Maybe they’ll kick me off the team if I can’t dance!” She said hopefully. “Don’t you dare leave me on there without you. That’s my scholarship so I can’t quit.” I told her. She made a sad face at that. Thankfully everyone at the party was decked out in Christmas attire. Most people had on ugly Christmas sweaters. But some girls had tiny Santa dresses on… and even a couple guys were in Santa suits or dressed like elves. I was happy with our choice of onesies.

I laughed. "Where did you get this?" He asked as he took it off. "James gave it me. He buys those crazy sweaters for me and Claire and we get to wear them during Christmas. We have photos every single year wearing identical outfits." I explained. "They come in sets. It has a hat, scarf, sweater, pants and gloves." "Claire and you agree to wear them?" "James wear them as well. We made sure that we take a photo together every year. Here look."

I said, giving a small nod. There was no point arguing with him, not after what had just happened out there. I didn’t want to be seen alone, I didn't feel safe anywhere else without him. The next evening was the Christmas gala. Ryan had mentioned several times to me, stating its importance in securing the contract. I agreed to go with him without hesitation, besides the gala had always been part of the plan. Only now, it felt a bit different. I came out of the shower and found a dress hanging in front of the closet. It was a beautiful deep green gown, it was elegant and soft. It shimmered under the light.

“I was thinking maybe a white dress.” Tara smiled. “Perfect. Christmas colors.” “And you?” Melody asked. Tara grinned. “The new red sweatshirt you got me.” “And the new pants,” Melody added. “Exactly.” They laughed together, the room warm with friendship, light, and laughter, two women wrapped in the magic of the season.

She looked at him. “He broke my heart,” she said in a whisper. He felt sorry for her. Something lit up in his head and he got up and went towards his luggage. He picked up a red knitted sweater, it was beautifully knitted. He wore it and walked in front of her. There were Christmas trees and horses engraved over it. She looked at him and burst into laughter. “What is this?” she asked while laughing. “My Granny has made this for me, she asked me to wear it over charismas,” he said while pointing at the sweater.