❝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?
❝WE WISH YOU A MERRY CHRISTMAS❞ _________________________
On the evening of Christmas day, Parker could see the happiness wearing off from people as they realised that Christmas was coming to an end.
However, for him, the best was yet to come.
When she got onto the bus that day, Parker was surprised to see the red Santa cap that adorned her head.
She smiled at him, coyly, and he didn't know whether it was due to the fact that they'd kissed, or because she was so openly displaying her newfound love for Christmas.
"Hi," Parker said, sounding a little breathless.
She swept a strand of her hair back and looked up. "Hi."
"Hi," he said again, at a complete loss for words.
God, was she beautiful.
"Merry Christmas," she said, again.
"Merry Christmas," he said, still tied up in a trance.
She broke the trance first, by lightly punching his shoulder.
For the first time, Parker was in the bus and he wasn't a conductor. He'd gotten the day off, and so he sidled into the seat next to her's, devoid of the ticket printing machine.
He could feel her shoulder pressed up next to his, and he adored the tranquility that he felt. The night was young, the snow was falling, and Delilah was next to him.
There was no way for this to get better.
"Last night was magical Parker. Thank you," Delilah suddenly said. She slid her hand into his own, and curled it tightly around his fingers.
"It was the least I could give to you," he said. Parker was unable to meet her face. Everytime he looked at her, his gaze darted down to her soft lips.
(they were like rose petals dipped in sugar. they were like peach blossoms dripping of honey. they were like cherry skins peppered with nectar)
He turned in her general direction and rubbed the back of his neck. "I really like kissing you."
Delilah blushed harder, and looked down. "I liked kissing you too. It made me happy, the way nothing else ever has."
Parker smiled gratefully.
"I've got something for you," he mumbled, pulling out his hand from her hold. He dug into his back pack and pulled out a neatly wrapped present.
He held it out to Delilah, and she took it from him.
"But you already gave me a gift," she said, looking appalled.
"I actually wanted to get you one for every day of this entire week, but then I also wanted to get you this, but it was a little too expensive and I was a little strapped for money - and, oh god! Please open it, before I kill you with this drivel."
Parker nervously wrung his hands and Delilah's heart thumped as she pulled off the wrapping paper. She could feel the anticipation that Parker was not voicing out.
The box had the stamp of Tiffany and Co. on it, and Delilah opened it up dizzily.
Thereupon, was a simple silver chain with a bus charm. The bus's windows were encrusted with tiny diamonds, and it was a truly thoughtful and unique gift.
And not to mention, extremely expensive for someone saving up for university.
"Parker," Delilah softly exhaled. "Please, I can't take this. This is beautiful, but you need the money."
"Money is something that they print more of everyday." He paused now, looking at her with a small smile. "But you? You're one in a million, and I wouldn't trade out these precious moments for anything."
"Oh Parker," she said, tears of happiness welling up in her eyes. Though hesitant at first, she picked up the necklace, and Parker moved forward.
"Let me clasp it up for you," he said.
Delilah turned around at once and swept her blonde locks to the front. She left the nape of her neck exposed and Parker could see the tiny hairs that were standing on edge.
He brought the necklace round the front and clasped it up. She turned around, looking down at the charm that sat atop her bossom.
"How does it look on me?" She asked, expectantly.
"You make it look beautiful," he said, as he leaned forward to adjust it on the ruffles of her top.
She swatted his hand away looking bashful. "Stop."
"Hey. Listen to me," he said, his eyebrows frowning. He cupped her cheek with one hand and leaned in closer. "I'm not joking. It's not your eyes, it's not your hair, and god forbid, it is not those lips that I so very badly want to kiss." He pressed a finger to her chest. "It's what is in here, that's making you beautiful. Believe me."
And so she did. It was as though after a long, cold winter, she was finally getting her sunshine, with his words.
"I love you, Parker Addington," she said, as she closed the distance by pressing their lips together.
They kissed each other languidly, slowly, because they had all the time in their hands.
Again, it felt too good to be true.
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a/n
foreshadowing at its best guys.
also, I finally removed my cast and they've tied a crepe bandage around my foot, and it still kinda hurts, but YAY, I guess.
no more of that ticketty-tocketty heavy af cast.
and, I'm so glad I changed the cover back, thank you guys for your honest opinion! see you soon. <3
