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“Perhaps you should drink some of this too. It might fix your personality.” One of the kitchen apprentices snorted so loudly he dropped a spoon. Marek stared at me, torn between irritation and something desperate. I drank more of the warm perfectness, sighing happily. “Is this hot chocolate spell part of Christmas?” “It is not a spell,” Marek said. “But yes. People drink it around Christmas.” “Then Christmas has one redeeming quality.” He stared at me with a look I could not decipher. I wiped chocolate from my mouth and smiled at him. “Have some. You need it. You truly look like you have never enjoyed anything in your life.”

“Are you free tonight?” My heart dropped a little. Tonight was Christmas dinner. There were guests coming. There would be loud conversations and cleaning afterward. No chance to leave the house. “I’m not free,” I said softly. “My family is having people over.” “I see…” he said. He sounded disappointed. “I know it’s short notice, but… I didn’t want to spend Christmas alone. I thought maybe I could spend it with you.” My breath stopped for a moment. He wanted to spend Christmas… with me?

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Sophie stood in the middle wearing reindeer antlers and the biggest smile. "There you are! Dad's getting the tree. We have so much to do." The front door opened and Derek and Jason carried in the biggest Christmas tree I'd ever seen. Derek's eyes found mine across the room and held for just a second. Long enough that my coffee mug suddenly felt too hot. "Morning, Maya," he said, voice still rough. "Morning."

Eena nodded, heart swelling amid the ache. The rival she'd despised hid the same loneliness, the craving for raw connection. Dawn crept in, masks forgotten, the fantasy birthing something real. As guests stirred below, she whispered, “Merry Christmas, partner.” In his arms, control yielded to trust, the chalet's secrets sealing their bond.

Then I did the same for her, letting the charm settle against her collarbone. We leaned in at the same time, meeting halfway in a slow, meaningful kiss, just warm and full of that quiet certainty that settles between two people who truly choose each other. When we pulled back, she smiled up at me. “Merry Christmas, Handsome devil.” “Merry Christmas, Wildfire.”

“The prince is giving Christmas kisses under the mistletoe! I’m definitely claiming mine.” She came running over, pushed Nancy to the side and kissed Keion on the cheek. “Merry Christmas, Keion.” He wished her a merry Christmas and mentally grit his teeth as several other girls from their year group, formed a line and either took kisses or gave them depending on how much they’d had to drink and how cognizant they were of the liberty they were taking with the oldest child of their Alphas Msia and Kaliah Hamadi.

“Me, too. From now on, I’m your Christmas Memory.” Dak grinned, his eyes dancing in the reflected gleam from the Christmas lights, and Memory lost herself in his kiss, certain they’d be together for all the Christmases yet to come.

She even got a tattoo last week to cover up the scares, she was healing in a way that made me so damn proud. While the conversation moved to Asher, I slipped my phone out of my pocket and opened our chat. The last thing she sent was a photo of her decorated Christmas tee, all silver, gold, rose golds and pinks. She loved pink. It was one of her favourite colours. And I made sure I took an interest in all her likes and dislikes. That’s why I knew her tree every year would be decorated in Blush pinks, rose golds, golds and silver. As always her white tree, looked elegant and so her if that made sense. The message below read.