Page 18 of Snowed In Sucker
“I don’t want to leave.” I let out a long sigh. “But alas, I’ll have to return eventually. My dads will be here in a few days. I can’t just ask them to come here. Plus, I’m supposed to be getting my next manuscript soon and I’ll have to work on that.”
“How dare adult life get in the way of our whirlwind romance,” Jett says and it makes me chuckle.
“How about this?” I step into his space, wrapping my arms around his middle. “We make the most of our snowed in time and when I can finally leave, I promise not to leave for long?”
Jett’s eyes light up. He leans down and kisses me. Gods, I love it when he kisses me. It makes my head spin every single time, like I was born to kiss this man. It’s all-encompassing, all-consuming. There’s nothing but this.
“I think I can handle that,” he finally says, his eyes bright as he grins.
We spend the day practically attached at the hip. We never go far from each other, like Earth and the Sun, always in each other’s orbits. I’m having the most wonderful time. When I got snowed in with my neighbor, I never dared to dream it could somehow end like this.
As the sun starts to set, Jett pulls a few boxes from his closet, setting them down on the living room floor.
“How do you feel about helping me decorate? It’s been a long time since I’ve gotten into the Christmas spirit but with you around?” Jett’s cheeks flush and he shrugs. “You make me feel festive, I guess.”
“You’re adorable,” I tell him, standing up quickly and kissing his cheek. “Don’t you think it’s a little soon to be putting up the decorations?”
“We can just add the lights for now and the rest you can help me with later. How does that sound?”
“Perfect.” I open the boxes, grinning at the selection he has here. “Do you normally have a tree for Christmas?”
“I don’t usually have anyone over so no need to have a place for presents. I can just put them by the fire.”
“Do you celebrate with your sister?”
“Yeah. Any of our siblings who are around come as well. I like having this place because I have the extra rooms. They tend to come here while they’re in town because I have the space. A lot of them do their own celebrations where they live, though we all get together for a video call. It’s one of the traditions we do our best to uphold every year.”
I pull out the string of lights and start unweaving them so we can hang them up around the living room. Jett grabs me a chair. It would make more sense for him to hang them up because he’s taller but I find it really adorable he’s letting me do it.
“I love that tradition,” I say as we work. “If my parents can’t make it for Christmas they usually just ship me a huge box filledwith gifts. The only tradition we really had was our stockings. We would open those Christmas Eve and then we’d open everything else on Christmas Day. It kept me occupied as a kid who was way too excited for all my presents.”
“I like that,” Jett says with a soft smile. “I never had a stocking growing up. There were too many of us to keep track of things like that.”
“I’ll get you a stocking,” I say without thinking. I look down and Jett is giving me a soft yet surprised look. His features morph into a smile.
“Okay. I like the sound of that.”
“Me too. Maybe, I don’t know, if you feel up to it or whatever, you could make your way over while my parents are visiting,” I say, focusing on sticking the lights up instead of the nerves nipping at the pit of my stomach. “Unless you’re busy or don’t want to do that. That’s probably way too fast, right? Like wildly fast? Forget I said anything.”
“Landon,” Jett says, stopping me in my tracks. I look down at him and he smiles. “I would love that. It does feel fast but nottoofast.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
My chest feels brighter than the sun. All of this feels so incredibly fast but somehow, we’re both on the same page. We’re slotting together like two puzzle pieces who’re meant to be. I can’t stop thinking about the concept of true mates. Is this the same sort of connection my dads felt when they could finally scent each other and realized they were true mates? Could that be what’s happening here? Could Jett be the other half of my soul? When I’m with him, the answer feels so obvious.
Jett is my mate.
I’m not sure I should tell him that yet, but I can feel it in my bones. He’s the one. I’m going to bite him, I’m going to mate him, and I’m going to make him mine in every way I can.
After hanging up the lights around the room, we move to the couch. Jett positions himself on his back and opens his arms for me. I rest myself on his chest, our legs tangling together. This is nice. This is really, really nice.
The lights give the room an intimate glow. They’re so pretty hung around us, adding to the ambiance of the flickering fire.
Things with Jett feel so naturally comfortable, like I’ve somehow known him forever instead of a few days. My place is right here, resting against his chest, buried in his arms. I never want to leave.
But time and the weather don’t really care what I want. I know that eventually, it’ll be time for me to make the trek back to my home. As much as that pains me to admit, I don’t let that despair take away what’s happening right now. Mentally, I know the distance won’t last forever. This isn’t going to be goodbye, only a see you soon. At the same time, my chest threatens to crack open just thinking about leaving Jett’s space.
