"𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈, 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲."
[MATURE]
After finally getting rid of her toxic boyfriend, Bethany Russo is ready to take control of her career in marketing. The only issue is that her favourite word is yes. Never one to disappoi...
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It's Christmas Eve.
Last Christmas was spent with Bryce and although we were around my family it didn't feel special. Yet as the sun finally peaks over the mountains and my sleep clouded mind finally wakes up, I know one thing.
This Christmas is going to be special.
I know it. I can feel it in the air.
Something is different.
The morning is slow, warm and entwined with moving bodies and sweet words. Laughter lights the kitchen as we eat breakfast, sharing food and a few kisses here and there. Then it changes.
"I'll be back." I whisper placing a kiss to his cheek. I move from the table, my feet touching the cold flooring as Quinn is organising things for his team. He hums to acknowledge me and then I make my way towards the stairs to get ready for the day.
"What are you doing?"
I turn at the bottom of the stairs to see his eyes watching me, "Going to get ready?" I reply even though it comes out as more of question.
His eyebrows dip only slightly, as if he is thinking about something and I watch as he then proceeds to look around the cabin.
"Quinn?" I call out, "Are you okay?"
"Uh," Clearing his throat he stands from the chair, his boots thudding along the ground as he finds his way to the bottom of the stairs. "Yeah, do you want to check my desk?"
I frown, "Sure. Did you need something from it?"
He clears his throat again, he seems... on edge this morning. "Yeah that's it," He grunts nodding, "A note on there."
"O-kay." I giggle shaking my head at his strange behaviour. He smiles at the sound, his fingers pointing up to the library where his desk is. I hop up the stairs checking to see if he is waiting by the bottom for me to come back down.
Sure enough he is with a small wistful smile on his face. I mumble to myself about what an idiot he is, my idiot, while finding the entrance. I step down, the early morning sun just illuminating the old library, the dust speckled in the air.
His red leather chair is where is always is, if only tilted to the right from where we might've got distracted in it yesterday. His desk looks the same, pieces of paper everywhere but I know it makes sense to him even if it just looks like chaos to me.
