Christmas Eve had finally arrived—she’d been counting the days. Would he like the music box she’d had made for him? He loved music, and she’d managed to find out his favorite song without raising his suspicions. Sometimes, he really could miss the obvious.
He loved it, of course. And she loved her new handbag. He must’ve noticed her old one—but now, she didn’t care. Her warrior poet was a craftsman, too. Would he ever stop surprising her?
She’d loved the meal with Kind and his family, and the service had left her heart aglow. Now she sat with Seeker under the Christmas Star, firelight fading to embers. What a perfect night. If only it could last forever.
She woke to Seeker’s lips on hers. That didn’t count—he had kissed her. No… she wanted it. She leaned in and kissed him back, soft and certain. That counted.
She let go.
And when they kissed again, she didn’t hold back.
