Romance Christmas 소설 & 이야기

I giggled as he yanked the sleeves of the robe from my arms then adjusted me across his lap. "It's Christmas," he said grinning. "Well, nearly. And seeing as you're the best present I've ever had, I really ought to unwrap you slowly." He lowered his head to kiss me, his eyes darkening. "Although to be honest, I'm really not sure if I can. Because between you and me, it's going to be tough not to go mad and rip off the paper."

My cheeks turn red, as I listen to his romantic words. “Thank you.” I thank him while smiling graciously. “Do you want to dance?” He asks me with a smile on his lips, while I look closely at my high heels. “Yes.” I answered, not very sure, while he took me by the arm and took me to the dance floor, while the song By Your Side by Tokio Hotel played. While he dances with me, I run my hands along his broad back. Seconds later, I see Abby and Dr. Mark also come to the dance floor. She looks very excited while he looks very tired of her.

He never gave her money to glam up, but he wanted her to glam up. When I got to the bus stop, I brought out my phone to order for a uber. I always sat at the bus stop to order a ride. While I wait for my ride, I enjoyed the beautiful busy view of my small town. Greentown was name after the beautiful gardens that was almost everywhere in the town.

, Ryan scoffed and unfortunately, the rest of the people in the class got to hear it. Oh, God! The counselor cringed and waved it aside and resumed with what she was saying. "Um...so, like I was saying, I strongly advise against s3x before marriage. I mean, what if you two break up and don't end up together? You need to keep your dignity for your Mr Right. "But, when you're married, of course,,it becomes the sweetest ingredient". Oh, God! Please, please. Can somebody tell her to skip this part?

Time to wrap up and get ready to go home. I was walking along Paseo De Roxas, Makati and saw people rushing to go home. It was getting dark and the Christmas lights installed along the avenue were turned on. Two more weeks and it will be Christmas. It will be the eighth Christmas I'll be spending without him. Naomi is right. Time to start over. I will have that second date with Ervin. I am not sure if I want to spend Christmas cold and lonely.

She said. "Come on this is not a marriage proposal, do you think my marriage proposal will be as lame as this? I can be very romantic when I want to be you know." I said and she laughed. "You? Romantic? Okay tell me, how will your marriage proposal be?" She asked. "You'll only get to find out if you accept to date me now so do you?" I asked. "I told you so." She said. "What?" "I told you back then remember? You said you weren't ever going to fall in love, I told you that you will and I'll be here to say I told you so when that happens." She said and I laughed.

Before I could figure out what was going on, a tall and slender woman approached Dylan and me. She locked arms with Dylan and shot me an irritated look, asking, "Who's this?" Dylan answered before I could even say a word, speaking in a tone that made it seem like we had coincidentally run into each other. "She's Blake's girlfriend. She came to look for him." The woman immediately dropped her guard and curiously gave me a once-over. She smiled sweetly and introduced herself as Trixie Ashford. She was Dylan's girlfriend, and she had returned to the country specifically to celebrate Christmas with him.

The soft glow of candlelight bathed their surroundings in a warm, golden hue, casting a tender glow upon the whispered wishes that unfurled into the night. In that fleeting moment, the Christmas spirit wove an invisible thread that bridged the distance between them, infusing the air with a sense of magic and hope. Their unspoken desires, like shimmering stars in the winter sky, danced in silent harmony, carrying the promise of reunion and the timeless enchantment of the season.

He laughed, thrust lazily once more. “Whatever you want, baby. As long as I get to fill this pussy every Christmas.” She kissed him again, tasting fake snow and cum. “Merry fucking Christmas to me.”

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.”