Henry blinked in confusion. “Uh… Main Street?”
She laughed. “No, not that. This is the spot where we first met. Where, uh,” she blushed a bit at the memory, “Fillmore crashed into you and destroyed all your cake.”
“How could I forget?” Henry smiled down at her, tiny snowflakes catching on his absurdly long lashes – and even after all this time, the sight of him took her breath away. Luna didn’t think she’deverget sick of gazing into his eyes. “Well, we do have some lemon cake – with a twist – so maybe we should right the wrongs of the past?”
“Sounds perfect,” she breathed. Reaching into the box, she pulled out a slice of cake, doing her best not to get her fingerless gloves covered in cream, and held it out for Henry to take a bite.
He closed his eyes, sighing in happiness. “That… is really, really good.”
“I guess I’ll have to find out for myself,” Luna murmured, and she stood up on her tiptoes, guiding his head downward for a kiss. It was sweet, gentle, and perfect… and he was right, the sweet, tangy lemon flavor reallywasgood.
They stood there together like that for a long moment – and another one, and another one – just enjoying each other’s company, in their own little cocoon of warmth among the drifting snow. Just her and her favorite person – and her favorite dog – with all their lives together ahead of them.
Tucking herself in under the protective warmth of his arm, she started moving forward once more.
I never could have imagined how wonderful life can be.
But she knew from now on, that’s exactly what it would be: wonderful.
