We call Noel over, and Graham picks her up while I struggle to get the three of us and our lopsided snowman all in the same frame. Eventually I do, and I take picture after picture to prove it.
“You ready for that walk around the lake?” He lands a heated kiss to the top of my head, and that simple action makes me feel as if I were the most special girl in all the world.
I shake my head as I look up at him from under my lashes. “My lips are a little cold. I was hoping maybe you could warm them.”
His dimples ignite as he washes over me with those daring blue eyes. “I’ve got an idea, but it will take time.”
“The best things always do.”
Graham lands his mouth over mine, softly, deliberately—right here in the open, and it feels as if we’ve just crested into brand new territory. His arms fold around me as he holds me tight, and our kisses pick up pace as if the fate of the planet depended on this one perfect moment. Graham and I ignite a blaze right here in the snow, heating up the vicinity with the fire of a thousand suns.
Deep down, I always knew that kissing Graham Holiday would be hotter than a kitchen fire. I just never figured that I would be lucky enough to be on the receiving end of that inferno. And boy am I ever glad all of the vengeful stars aligned this fateful December and landed this beautiful man in my arms, his mouth fused over mine. Graham and his singeing kisses are all I ever want for the rest of my life.
What I feel for Graham burns brighter than any flame.
If this is what it feels like to fall in love, then all I can say isburn, baby, burn.
