Page 74 of Tis the Season
Alex’s expression turned earnest. ‘Haven’t you realised yet?’
I still couldn’t find my voice.
‘I’m in love with you, Hattie. I have been since the first day I saw you with your navy duffel coat, green tights and blue wellies.’
I let out a laugh.
Alex raised my chin with his finger and forcing me to properly meet his gaze, his eyes searched mine.
As his words echoed around my head, I wanted to tell him I felt the same; that he was funny and handsome and smart and most importantly kind. And that my Gran would love him as much as I did. Usually when I was in Alex’s company, my mouth seemed to run away with itself, but in that moment, when it mattered more than ever, it failed me.
I felt his other hand press against my back. Drawing me close, his expression intensified, and the now familiar fluttering took hold in my chest. Having been desperate for this moment, my heart quickened in nervous anticipation as, tentative, Alex’s soft warm lips brushed against mine. Wanting more, I instinctively wrapped my arms around him and our kiss fell into a passionate rhythm that I didn’t want to end.
‘Alex!’ a female voice called out.
We both froze.
‘Put that poor girl down!’
Caught in the act, Alex and I giggled. ‘Merry Christmas,’ I said.
Continuing to smile, Alex planted a kiss on my forehead. ‘I hope you’re ready for this.’ He raised an eyebrow. ‘And don’t say I didn’t warn you.’
Alex took my hand ready to introduce me to his mum, but I tugged on his arm stopping him from moving. ‘Alex, I need to say something first.’
He turned to look at me, his eyes questioning.
I smiled. ‘I love you too.’
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