Tempting My Best Friend's Alpha Father
Snowflakes drift lazily from the sky, settling on rooftops and garlands, wrapping everything in a gentle, magical hush.
It feels like the world itself is breathing in joy, except me. I feel no joy at all.
“Christmas season is the best,” Ella says, squeezing my arm.
“Look, Holly.” She points to a massive inflatable snowman in front of a mall. “That's amazing. And look at the little boy over there. Awww, oh my God…he is so cute.”
I don't want to look at the bloody snowman and I really don't want to look at the sweet boy grinning up at it with his parents crouched at his side.