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“Perfect,” she said, arms crossed in triumph.

“Not quite.”

He moved over to her and invaded her space. The small gasp she gave shot straight to his dick, but it was hidden away under many layers. He wanted to kiss her again, but after the night before, he wasn’t making that mistake again.

Pulling away, he unwrapped the teal-and-yellow scarf from around her neck. Her eyes were on him as he walked over and wrapped it around the snowman’s neck.

“Perfect,” he said to himself.

Then he was hit with another snowball. He chuckled to himself, slowly turning around to her laugh with a smile that lit her up.

“That’s it,” he said, pretending to be mad.

“Oh yeah? What are you going to do about it?”

He charged at her and swept her up off her feet, spinning her.

She squealed with joy and clung to him, and his heart was fit to fucking burst. He hadn’t had this much fun in longer than he cared to think about.

They fell into a snowbank next to the driveway. She landed on top of him with a huff. The joy dancing behind her eyes morphed into something with more heat as she tried to scramble off him. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her on top of him.

Then she did what he was hoping she would do.

She kissed him.

Her lips pressed to his tentatively at first, but then she deepened the kiss, and he followed her lead.

This kiss was everything a kiss should be, confident, sexy, fun, and just magical.

His heart almost melted while they kissed in the snow.

He closed his eyes and took in this moment.

She pulled away. “What are you doing?”

“Taking in this perfect moment. Some moments in life are so special you know they are going to be lifelong memories, and this is one of them. I’ll always remember the perfect kiss in the snow with my colorful girl,” he said, wrapping colorful strands peeking out from below her hat around his finger.

With another quick press of her lips to his, he felt her sigh into him.

“It really was perfect, wasn’t it?”

“Yeah, it was.”

She moved off him. “What do you say to some hot chocolate?”

9

Alice

Alice was in the kitchen, making hot chocolate. She pressed her hands to her cheeks. They were still cold, but nothing else about her was cold. It was a perfect kiss, but hearing those words come out of Taylor’s mouth had her in full-on swoon mode.

She needed to reel it in, or she would fall head over heels—who was she kidding? She was already there.

Maybe she could just let herself feel it for these couple of days. She didn’t know how long he would be here. She was planning on staying until New Year’s. They played New Year’s Day, and they would have practices before that.

When the milk was warm, she poured it into the mugs, mixed in heaping spoonfuls of cocoa mix, and headed into the living room.

There he was, with a towel, drying the floor and dealing with all their snow clothes. Her heart squeezed at the sight of him.

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