Page 85 of Holly and Ivar
“You don’t want to see the lights?”Holly asked, noticing Ivar hadn’t moved.
He shook his head, his eyes never leaving hers.“No.I’m exactly where I want to be.”His fingers traced her cheek with impossible tenderness.“Besides, nothing in the universe could ever outshine what I have right here.”
He leaned in and kissed her again, slow and sweet, while outside the lights shimmered and danced across the winter sky, their colors reflected in the snow like thousands of fallen stars.
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Music from the dance played in Holly’s head along with memories of their kiss as she lay in bed waiting for Ivar to text.She didn’t have to wait long.
Ivar: You make a habit of kissing people under government-issued mistletoe, Kringle?
Holly: Only those with excellent sweaters and questionable dance skills.
Ivar: Ouch.You didn’t complain during the Winterwood Reel.
Holly: I was too dizzy.Also, that was your fault.
Ivar: Sure.Blame the ranger.
Holly: Always.
(pause)
Ivar: You know, when I walked you back to the inn, I could sense the change.The balance.
Holly: Me too.Everything felt… right.
Ivar: And so do you… in my arms.
Holly: Careful, Ranger.You’re one text away from getting added to my nice list.
Ivar: What happens when I get there?
Holly: You stay there.Permanently.
(pause)
Ivar: I love you, Kringle.
Holly: Took you long enough.
Ivar: How did you know?Observation or magic?
Holly: A Kringle never gives up her secrets.
(pause)
Holly: I love you too, Ranger.
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