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I’m still getting settled to the fact that this is a thing I get to do. For years, I didn’t think of Harry in a romantic way. I thought he was attractive, but that is where it ended. And then I took that vacation, and everything changed. I don’t know how. I guess when I got my mind to settle and think about things that weren’t work related, my mind opened. I saw Harry from a different perspective, and that was all I could think of.
Nothing about this makes logical sense. But then again, Harry did say that Christmas was magical, not logical. So maybe that's what it is. Magic. My mind has a hard time believing it. Unable to think any other way than logically, I breathe in Harry’s musky scent mixed with the smell of pine, I decide to just let it go for once in my life. Forget about what’s supposed to make sense and…feel.
“I think we can decorate the tree now,” Harry whispers against my lips.
“Mmm, yeah?”
I nip at his lip and lick away the sting.
“Yeah.” His voice is always so sincere and beautiful. How did I never notice it before?
There are a lot of things about him I wish I’d noticed before.
Harry picks me up from the couch and sets me down on my feet. We open the boxes and bags of Christmas decorations that we bought and some that Harry brought from his place. We first start with the lights. Going round and round in circles as we listen to Christmas music. We laugh as we chase each other around the tree. Me, holding onto the bunch of lights while Harry follows me placing them where they should be.
Next was a string of long red tinsel that Harry brought from his place.
“What about your tree?” I ask, pulling it out of the box.
“Well, I’m going to be here for most of the holiday, so I don’t mind sharing.” he winks and this time I place it on the tree and Harry carries it.
Next, we put on all the assortments of ornaments. Little multi-coloured balls that hang on metal hooks, silver stars, and candy canes. From Harry’s box he takes out some random ornaments.
“What are those?” I ask.
“This is a moose that my mother handmade with my old clothes.” He says, holding an orange moose head.
“And this is some of the stuff I made at school.” He hands me a round ball with his small, five-year-old-Harry handprint on it.
I turn it around in my hand and tears prick at my eyes. It’s so sweet. A sense of warmth fills my chest and for the first time in my life, I think about kids and doing these things with them. With Harry as their father, and me as their mother.
I hang up the little red ball, and soon we’re done decorating the tree. All we have to do is put the star on the top.
As Harry is the taller one, he places the start on top and connects it to the Christmas lights to make it light up.
“There. Now all we have to do is plug in the lights and we’re all done.”
I go over to the extension piece and flip on the switch. The whole Christmas tree lights up in multi colours.
I gasp. My hands go to my chest where my heart feels so full.
The tree is gorgeous. Harry holds me to his chest as we stare at it. The string of lights glows blue, red, green, and yellow, while the star on the top glows a yellowish white.
My vision goes blurry as I start tearing up again. Sensing it, Harry holds me close and nuzzles my neck from behind.
“God, I had no idea I’d care this much about a tree,” my voice quivers.
Harry’s arms wrap about my middle, and he says, “I know. It’s okay.”
That’s all that it takes to break me down. I turn in his embrace and cry into his chest as all my emotions come pouring out. The feelings I never cared to admit. Happiness I denied myself because I was living life for the work. I was satisfied with my work but the kind of happiness that comes from spending time with people that you love wasn’t there. I forgot how that feels.
I had that. With my family. It was never around Christmas, but I had it. Dinners were spent together. Walks on the street during cherry blossom time. The times my mother and I spend in the hot springs having “girl talk.” I lost all that.
Harry brought it back.
Chapter 8: Harry
Wegobacktowork on Monday like nothing had happened. We’re going to do that until we figure out how to manage the situation. If we do this for real, I won’t be able to work for her much longer.“Youaremine, baby.” I slam into her, and her cries of pleasure are all I need to start fucking her just the way she wants, fulfilling my last assignment.
