A CHRISTMAS KISS

“Let’s see if we can finish what’s left of that fudge.” Fred laced his fingers through hers and led her toward the kitchen.

When he stopped her under the archway, and his mistletoe trap, Lindsay laughed. But not for long. He caught her in a kiss, and her arms came up around him immediately, her lips both yielding and giving. It was several minutes before he could bring himself to raise his head. Until now he’d never focused on anything but the present, but until now he’d never believed the present could be so eternal. Did she feel even a fraction of what he felt? He looked down into Lindsay’s face, and her eyes were bright once more, her cheeks flushed.

Yes. At least a fraction.

“I thought you were after the fudge.” Lindsay didn’t move one centimeter toward the kitchen, didn’t stir from his arms.

“I found something sweeter.”