by Nora Flite
“You remembered that I wanted to see snow.”
Nodding, he wrapped an arm around my shoulders. His scent, all warm leather and wild musk, hit my brain. “That day in the gym, you were so sad. I realized that between the Dog House and your Gram, you were stuck here in LA. So,” he said, cupping my chin. “I brought the snow to you.”
Shutting my eyes, I let my chest flare. I held a single breath, focusing, mind working vigorously.
“What are you doing?” Huck asked, squeezing my hand.
Lifting some of the powder, I sprinkled it over our heads and smiled wide. “I'm committing this to memory; the day the love of my life delivered me a white Christmas. That deserves remembering.”
Tickling a kiss gingerly over my chin, then my lips, his voice was heavy and thick. “Everything we do is worth remembering, Zoe. Every little god damn thing.”
Pushing him down onto the white rug, I wrapped my mouth tight on his. I wanted to taste him and swallow him and never, ever stop. Bits of snow tumbled off of his eyelashes. “Huxton Blake,” I said. “What are you doing to me?”
“The question,” he whispered, nibbling the side of my ear, “Is what am I going to do to you?”
Shivering in bliss, I pressed against him. Together, in that tiny room of color and dreams, we rolled around and created snow angels.
This was what love was. A thing crafted from strength, and blood, and a desire to make everything right.
Perfection.
That was my life with Huck.
My present...
And my future.
THE END
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