Page 88 of 'Tis the season of Wicked Deeds

As I stare below at the snow-covered ground, the feeling of flying so high in the air, I feel alive. My soul feels rejuvenated. This rush in my veins is what I want to take home. So that for as long as I live, I’ll carry these beautiful emotions forever in my heart.

In a way, I’ve accomplished what I wanted from this not-so-solo trip.

When I look to my right, into Kingston’s brown eyes, I realize I’ve achieved more than what I came here for.

“Wait until you see the view from the top,” he tells me, smirking. “It’ll become your favorite.”

“I’m already staring at my favorite view.”

His gaze softens with fondness and possessiveness. Leaning closer, he presses a tender and deep kiss against my lips, murmuring, “You’re my favorite view in the world too, darling.”

A warm gooey feeling spreads around my heart, sinking deeper as if making a home. Resting my head on his shoulder, I stare out the window as we climb higher and higher.

Kingston sighs in contentment, kissing our intertwined hands before placing them around my chest.

“Do you ski?” I ask him.

“Yeah, I do,” he replies. “What about you?”

“No. You’ll have to teach me.”

“It’ll be my pleasure.”

“But promise not to laugh when I make an utter fool of myself,” I demand, peering up at him, while he wears an amused expression. “I’m not good at sports of any kind.”

“I’m sure that’s not true.”

“I used to get picked last in high school,” I huff. “What does that tell you?”

He purses his lips, smothering a laugh.

“See?” I point at him accusingly. “You’re finding it funny. I bet it was the opposite experience for you in high school.”

“Oh no, darling, I’m finding it funny because I was picked last too.”

I sit up straight and raise one sardonic brow, muttering, “Really? Are you sure you aren’t confusing it with being first?”

“No, I’m not.”

“You’re a terrible liar, King.” I slap his chest with my gloved hand. He captures it and dips his head to steal a kiss, but I turn my head at the last second.

A playful growl emanates from him before he brings my face back to him. Squeezing my cheeks together, he forces a kiss on my pouting lips.

All too soon, while we’re lost in each other, the cable car comes to a halt. Someone clears their throat and we pull apart. My cheeks burn tomato red and I mumble out a quick sorry and let them pass.

Kingston, who steals my entire focus like it’s us two existing in the entire world, is composed and cocky.

We’re the last two to get out.

I’m covered in multiple layers of clothes, yet the wind up here knocks the breath out of my lungs. Smoke billows out from my lips as I shiver and tighten the muffler around my neck. I’m in constant awe by the fact the luxurious station is built inside a mountain.

A freaking mountain!

How fucking cool is that?

The staff greets us with a smile and I wave back. Since Kingston has been here many times, we don’t require a tour guide. Holding my hand protectively in his, I walk beside him as he leads us. There’s a healthy crowd of tourists from different parts of the world around us. Everyone oohing and aahing while admiring the place.

It’s a surreal feeling to be walking so high in the sky.

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