"Christmas lights flicker, golden and bright, But your eyes, my love, outshine the night.
Snowflakes melt when they touch my skin, Just like I do when you pull me in.
The fire hums soft with a comforting glow, Yet your touch is the only warmth I know.
Mistletoe waits, hanging above, But I don’t need luck to fall in love.
Christmas carols hum in the silent night, But all I hear is your heartbeat, wild and right.
Candy canes break, sweet on my tongue, Like the way you taste when the night is young.
The cold air bites, crisp and bold, But your hands on my waist feel burning gold.
Ribbons untie, gifts left undone, Unwrapping you is my favorite one.
Frost on the windows, mist in the air, Your breath on my neck, your hands in my hair.
Snow may fall, the world turns white, But my body burns in the heat of your arms, tangled tight.
The clock strikes twelve, the stars align, Merry Christmas, my love—forever, you're mine."
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The moment the car rolled into the familiar streets of Birmingham, a strange feeling bubbled up inside me-like nostalgia wrapped in excitement, dipped in the warmth of coming home.
It had been a year since I last saw this place, but for Aadam... it had been eight long years.
I turned my head to look at him. He was leaning back against the car seat, one hand draped lazily over my thigh, his fingers idly tracing circles over the fabric of my sweater. He looked so at ease, so completely in his element, and yet... there was something behind his eyes, scanning every little detail of the place he once called home.
The way his gaze softened at certain houses, the way his lips quirked up in recognition-he was seeing ghosts of his past, childhood memories stitched into every corner of this neighborhood.
But before I could say anything, Cameron let out an exaggerated groan, dragging a hand down his face.
"If one more bloody person stops this car to coddle Aadam like he's some long-lost knight returning from battle, I swear to God, I'm throwing myself out of this vehicle."
The entire car bursts into laughter, but he's dead serious. And honestly? I get it. The moment we entered our neighborhood, it was as if we had driven into a town-sized family reunion.
