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I turn onto my road and park in the first space I see.

I run into my building, taking the stairs two at a time. My chest is heaving, and my legs are burning. I get to my floor, turn the corner into the hallway, and stop.

Fox is there.

Leaning against my door.

His coat is dusted with snow. His hair is a mess. His cheeks are pink, his nose is red, and he’s holding the sprig of mistletoe in one hand.

He looks up when he hears me.

I don’t stop.

I run the last few feet and jump. Fox’s arms come up, and I wrap my legs around his waist, my arms around his neck, press my face into his cold, snowy hair, and I cry.

“You’re here,” he says into my ear.

“You didn’t run.”

I pull my head back just enough to look at him. His eyes are wet.

I kiss him with everything I have. I kiss him until neither of us is breathing right.

When I pull back, he laughs. It’s small and shaky and wet.

“Finn—”

I shake my head.

“What?”

“Don’t say anything yet. Let’s get inside, and then we can both talk. We won’t leave this apartment until we’ve said every single thing we should have been saying all along.”

He laughs, and it’s the most beautiful sound because it’s filled with relief, hope, and love.

He sets me down, but he doesn’t let go. His hand finds mine, and then he laces our fingers together and squeezes.

“Let’s go inside.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

FOX

The door clicks shut behind me, and Finn’s mouth is on mine before I’ve fully turned around, but then he stops.

“What’s wrong?”

He grabs his phone, does a few taps, and throws it on the couch.

“What was that for?”

“Just telling them I found you and basically do not disturb.”

He goes back to kissing me like all the nights I stood in his doorway and watched him hold his body just slightly away from mine, waiting for a goodbye I wasn’t planning to give, didn’t happen.

His hands are already on the front of my coat, working through each button. My gloved hands find his jaw, my eyes searching his.

“Finn—”