My old high tops squeak against the cold tile while running through the nearly barren airport. The attendant guarding the door has his back towards me as he's just about to close the door.
"Wait!" I yell. "I have my boarding pass right here. Please! It's Christmas!"
By the grace of God, he lets me through with an exhausted smile resting on his middle aged face. "Merry Christmas" are the only words that slip through his mouth.
I guess you're probably wondering why I'm running through an airport on Christmas. Well, my douchebag of a boss made me work until midnight Christmas Eve, so here I am catching a flight at two in the morning to surprise my boyfriend all the way in New Jersey. We didn't exactly end things in the best way.
You see, I've always heard opposites attract, but I didn't know that meant that I would be terrified of commitment and he would say 'I love you' so quickly. So, here I am, flying all the way across the country to surprise him for Christmas.
As I settle into my seat, I slowly drift off to sleep, dreaming of those amber eyes and warm cuddles.
Chris Williams, just hold tight. I'm coming. If I could just...
Next thing I know, I've landed and I see Dom waiting outside the airport with the car.
"He still doesn't know I'm coming, right?"
"No, he has no idea."
"Does he still hate me?"
I can't seem to keep still. I have this odd anxious habit of fidgeting with everything I can find when I'm nervous. And nervous is an understatement. I've literally flown thousands of miles without knowing if he'll even want to see me.
"He doesn't hate you. He adores you. You just kind of broke his heart."
"Yeah, I know. That's why I'm here to fix it. I just don't know how."
"Well, you better figure that out because we're here."
That was much too quick. I didn't have enough time to think. Do I just burst in and tell him that I love him? Do I apologize profusely until he just has to take me back? Do I just walk up and kiss him? Does that break the whole consent thing?
All of my worries disappear when I make the discovery that he is still sound asleep. He looks like an innocent angel. His rosy cheeks compliment his long eyelashes resting just above his cheek bones. His chestnut, fluffy hair is all awry in the cutest way possible. I knew I missed him, but I just didn't realize how much until I'm standing here watching his chest move up and down.
Without hesitation, I drop my stuff and slip in beside him. He immediately wraps around me from behind, allowing me to drift off to sleep warm in his arms. I wish we could stay like this forever.
The bed behind me is cold now. It can't be a good sign that he left me all alone after he woke up.
I wonder downstairs to the heavenly aroma of breakfast, and my (fingers crossed) boyfriend is making breakfast. I graze his elbow, letting him know I'm behind him, before wrapping my arms around his back and resting my head on his shoulder.
"Merry Christmas." I whisper.
"Merry Christmas," He answers.
I sigh before pulling him to face me. "I really need to get something off my chest before it ruins Christmas."
He doesn't say anything, but his body language lets me know he's intently listening.
"When you told me that you loved me, I panicked. It' s not that I don't love you. I just didn't know how to say it. No one has ever made me feel the way you make me feel, and somehow I took advantage of that. So,..." I trail off before taking a deep breath. "Chris Williams, I am madly in love with you."
He lifts me off the ground in a tight hug, spinning me around in a circle. When we slow to a stop and my feet are on the ground, his amber eyes gaze intently into mine.
My lips part slowly, heart pounding, breath coming much more quickly now. Lashes flutter closed, leaving every touch more sensational. Then, his mouth is on mine. My heart is going to beat out of my chest any moment. A chill runs down my spine, causing goosebumps to appear along my skin. The butterflies in my stomach are flittering in circles. Every cell of my body is somehow melding with his.
We have taken something physical and manipulated it into something real. Something electric. Something aflame. Something ready to explode.
"So, you came all the way here to tell me that?"
"Yes, and I hope it's enough because I left your actually gift back home because it was too big for the plane."
"All I needed for Christmas was you, and here you are."
"I love you, Chris Williams."
"I love you, too. Merry Christmas."
A/N: This was written under the influence of a drowsy antihistamine, so feel free to judge in whatever ways you want. Ha! Also, be on the lookout for my new story, It's coming sometime within the next seven days. Promise!
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