Page 41 of One Foggy Christmas
I laugh as I read the text, knowing from this moment on, my life will never be the same.
SADIE
I didn’t tellNash at work today about my broken engagement. There’s no good way to frame something like that during office hours. ‘Hey, Nash, hand me the Mountain West Hospital file, and oh, by the way, I broke up with my fiancé.’
It just doesn’t come off the tongue well.
That’s why I texted him from the parking garage as I walked to my car.
The door opens behind me, and Nash calls, “Sadie!”
I spin, seeing him jog to me with a huge smile on his lips.
That was fast. I literally sent the text four seconds ago.
“Where are you going?” His words come out breathless.
A little V forms between my brows as they furrow together. “To my apartment.”
His eyes drop to my ring finger for confirmation then flick back to my face. “You called off your engagement?”
“Yeah.”
He steps closer, a languid smile on his mouth. “That’s the best news I’ve heard in the past five months.”
That small step does the sweetest things to my heart. “Just the past five months? Not in your whole life?”
“Probably in my whole life. I’ve just waited five months for you to be fully available.”
“Am Ifullyavailable?” I tease. “I mean, I’m still your intern, and you're still my boss.”
“Only for three more weeks.” Another step closer. “But do you really expect me towait even one more day before I make you mine?” And another step until he’s standing right in front of me. “It shouldn’t be a surprise.”
“True.” I gaze into his glimmering green eyes. “You did say you liked me.”
“I said I liked yousomuch. Don’t short me that extraso—it conveys a lot.” Playful charm rounds out his smile. “And now things are different.”
“And now things are different,” I say, feeling butterflies take off in my stomach.
“Now I can tell you I don’tjustlike you so much. I’ve fallen head over heels in love with you, and I think you’ve fallen for me too.”
I’ve fallen for Nash so hard I’m like a teenager who belly-flops onto her bed, calls him on an old-fashioned landline, andtwirls the phone cord while we talk. Everything is wrapped up in him.
I smile. “Well, I did just text you and ask you out, so…”
Nash’s hand lifts, gently combing through a few strands of my hair, fingers skimming over my cheek as they glide down. It’s the simplest of touches, yet it feels monumental, like the beginning of thousands of gentle touches to come.
“So, you love me too?” he asks.
“I love you too.”
Without questioning myself, I rise to my tippy toes, brushing my mouth over his. A warm sensation floods my body but centers around where our lips slowly skim, graze, and move together. Three seconds in and this kiss is already better than every single one I’ve shared with Stetson.
Nash’s fingers shift from my hair, softly cupping my cheek as his other hand wraps around my waist, bringing my body to his. Bodies flush against each other, the kiss deepens, taking the warm sensation inside me to a raging inferno. My hand goes to the back of his neck, digging fingers through the curls at his nape. The silky texture is way better than all the daydreams my mind conjured up.
Five months of forbidden passion drives this kiss forward.
Every smile.
