Page 40 of Under the Mistletoe

With a serious look on her face, she comes back to me as I sit up facing her. “You haven’t kissed me under the mistletoe yet?”

Smiling, I pull her closer as she holds the mistletoe up above our heads, I kiss her softly, “I love Bree. Merry Christmas.”

“I love you too Gabe. Merry Christmas.”

THE END