❝IN WHICH, IT IS A COLD DECEMBER IN LONDON, AND SNOW ISN'T THE ONLY THING THAT'S FALLING. HE'S FALLING FOR HER AS WELL.❞
Will Delilah Fitch be nothing more than a dance to remember?
❝WHEN WE FINALLY KISS GOODNIGHT❞ ________________________
Parker tugged on Delilah's hand and pulled her out onto the aisle of the bus. "Wait here," he said, as he went over to his bag and pulled out a small compact speaker.
"Christmas carols," he began, "are a staple part of the Addington's Christmases."
He scrolled down the display of songs on his phone, before smiling at Delilah. "This one's my absolute favourite."
"What's it called?" she asked, as he stepped forward.
"Let it snow," he said, and ipso facto, Delilah could swear she saw the snowfall outside thicken.
He stretched out his arm to her, and Delilah blindly put it on his palm, letting herself to be pulled closer. "In the Addington's household, there's always slow dancing on the eve of Christmas."
With that, Parker placed his hand on her waist, and he felt like the curve comfortably fit into the cusp of his hand. Delilah softly exhaled a breath, and slowly, but surely, she placed her hand on his shoulder.
"Ready?" he whispered, looking down at her.
"With you? Always."
Parker smiled down at her, before kissing the side of her forehead.
They slowly shuffled together to the song, and Delilah couldn't help but fall in love with it.
'When we finally kiss goodnight, how I'll hate going out in the storm...'
Parker seemed to be quiet experienced in the art of slow dancing. Delilah too, had some experience for she had attended ballet classes when she was young.
"You dance well," Parker said, and Delilah blushed and promptly tripped on his legs. Just before she could fall down, however, he stuck out a hand to catch her.
"I've got you," he said, and she swallowed the rush of adrenaline.
"I know." She let herself be pulled up, and again, they started dancing to the carols.
The next carol, she knew, for it was one that her mother used to sing all the time. 'Baby it's cold outside,' blared out of the speaker, and Delilah's hand slowly travelled from his shoulder to the bottom tufts of his soft hair.
"I wish time would stay this way," she said, and it was no more than a whisper.
"I'm not going anywhere, Delilah. That's a promise." His grip on her waist tightened as though signifying the sincerity behind his words.
They danced and danced, each feeling at peace in the other's arms. It was as if they didn't need anything else.
(it was as if they were holding their entire worlds in their own hands)
It was nearing twelve now, and they could hear the partying people getting louder by the tick of the clock.
"It's almost Christmas," Parker said, his eyes twinkling in excitement.
Delilah's eyes lightened up as well, and she stepped closer, satisfying her urge of wanting to fill the space between them.
They could hear the revelers outside, who were probably in front of Big Ben.
"...five!"
Delilah was never going to feel this sense of belongingness, anywhere else, apart from in Parker's hold.
"...four!"
Parker Addington was a star that had somehow made it into her life. She was a piece of the dark night sky, but he brightened it up for her.
"...three!"
Delilah would not trade out these days that she had shared with Parker, for anything, in the world.
"...two!"
Delilah could die right now, in his arms, and it would be the best possible death she could ever think of.
"...one!"
She looked into his eyes, and knew that she was well and truly in love.
"Merry Christmas Delilah," Parker softly said, breaking the magical trance. The clock tower had started chiming, and she looked up at the ceiling to find a clump of mistletoe.
Delilah held onto his face with both of her hands, and she stepped onto the tips of her toes, to press her lips with his.
He stilled for a second and she could feel his muscles tauten, his breath hitch, and his grip tighten on her waist.
Delilah basked in the effect she had on him.
Within a second, he reciprocated properly. He lifted her up into his hands, and her legs immediately tightened around his waist.
He staggered at first, with her weight, but then he leaned on the body of the bus, in between one of the seats.
She kissed him feverishly, as though scared that the moment would never return.
She pulled up for breath, and Parker's hold on her gradually reduced. Her feet slowly reached the floor, and she looked up at him. He was biting his lip, as though he could still taste her.
"Merry Christmas, Parker."
Parker smiled before leaning down and softly kissing her nose. She could feel her toes curling in response.
He looked at her, like she was the reason the earth could spin on the axis; like she was the reason the stars twinkled; like she was the reason the moon came out at night.
"God, I love you," he whispered at last, bringing his forehead down to rest upon hers.
"I love you too," she said at once, and she could feel her heart swelling up with so much happiness.
And somewhere along the line, they started swaying to the music, in each others arms.
It was a beautiful scene, really. A quaint red bus, filled with Christmas lights, and with a Christmas tree on top. A couple that seemed too in love with each other, swaying together as fireworks exploded in the sky.
It was too good to be true.
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a/n
guys, there's legit foreshadowing everywhere. as I said before, read between the lines and the ending will make sense.
love you all so much, posting this book on wattpad has been such a pleasant experience.
