'Cause Nothing Lasts Forever ✔️

Chapter 43 - It's the Christmas Eve.

Blaire's POV

I slid my toes down his knees under the table as he sat across me. His eyes shot up from his phone and directly bore into mine. While I was stifling a laugh, he looked absolutely stupefied and flabbergasted. His face spoke, "What-the-fuck-are-you-trying-to-do?"

His expression forced a squeal of laughter to escape from my lips. Dad looked up from the magazine and gave me a raised-eyebrow look. Despite the presence of spectacle, I could still sense the suspicion in his eyes. I continued chewing my mouthful cereal pulling an act of everything being normal. I was at a normal pace of eating my boring breakfast when a tingling sensation shot up as his toes grazed down my bare legs. The stroke ignited my skin as it slid down. I coughed and choked in my food, spreading tits and bits on the breakfast table as well.

“What's wrong, honey?” mom asked, absolutely concerned.

"Here, drink some water," Chris pushed the glass politely across the table.

I fixated my narrowed gaze at him and he would be dead by now if glares could kill. Well, guess what? Christian had been our constant at the breakfast table and we spent more than usual time together and shared more than our usual intimacies yet I missed him.

I just hope my passion for him just never dies out.

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A week and a half pleasantly slipped past us. We were so inundated in soliciting each other that we didn't notice time passing out. Time no more seemed like a standstill to us. Even days flew away like moments. I was merely dragged out of my thoughts when someone leaned in. His cologne rolled in my nostrils and lips reached out to me in a pout.

"Stop it, flirty," I said putting another Christmas bell on the tree. 

Yes,  we were decorating our home for the biggest festival of the year and the evening party would be rocking. Sophia and Duncan were already on their way to LA then, 'cause that was where we were. Before the school reopened, we thought of going back home and cherishing old memoirs. With Christian being there, it ought to be more special.

We put together a healthy few hours reaching the climax. Curling my hand inside my peach coloured cashmere sweater, I slouched down on the couch, eyeing each corner of the house. The greatly decorated Christmas tree stood almost in the centre by the fireplace and ornaments hung around. Tinsels were out around on each hook and crook which made the room multicoloured. Fresh poinsettias and small artificial pines were kept replacing all the indoor plants we had. The staircase bannister and Mandel were decorated with garlands. Natural accents like pinecones and cranberries nestled around the tables and pillar candles. Bows made from wide satin ribbons hung from the wall in between every tinsel. Stocking hooks were put up in between the photo frames and red-white stockings hung from there. Scented candles were put on the centre table and alongside the kitchen counter. The dinning was decorated with holiday linens and themed dishware. Wooden nutcrackers sat on the window sill and above the fireplace. Last but not the least, a garland on the door. In a word, it looked grand. Only the wait was to switch on the strings of colourful lights that we had put up.

"Done," Christian cheered from outside.

I dragged myself to see what finishing touch he gave. I have hung a wreath on the front door myself and we had also placed eight reindeers in the lawn. There were strings of fairy lights lining the house and web lights were literally wrapped around the bushes and the fence.

"Hmm," I nodded and ran inside noticing the missing part. I brought a holiday flag and a big bow and placed it on the mailbox.

"Beautiful," mom praised, a tray of freshly baked cookies in hand. We grabbed some and started relishing it.

We stood gloriously under those beautiful lights, it was Christmas Eve.

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A bundle of snacks greeted me when I climbed down the stairs. Choco chip cookies and brownie truffle were already hit this evening. I saw a bunch of neighbouring kids hovering over oreo pops, reindeer chew and peppermint bark brownie cookies. Dinner was almost ready when the lustrous scent of deep-cooked bacon reached my sharp nose. Stuffed turkey, steaks and mashed potatoes were already there on the table. I peeked on the desserts, there were cupcakes, different fruitcakes, apple pie and a variety of puddings. They were all my favourites.

I paved my way among them and grabbed a  mouthful of oreo pops and reindeer chew. Christmas always took me back to childhood. I wore a casual white shirt with a red boot-cut trouser and topped it with a matching blazer. Pulling my hair into a horse tail, I seemed pretty ready for the party. My eyes landed on Christian who was gulping down brownie truffles like a kid. His jaw stopped working and was left open when his gaze met mine. I noticed his eyes coming to a standstill. Tapping my heels against the wooden floor, I walked towards him. I slouched down on the couch and he turned to face me.

"You look beautiful," he said in a breath, as low as the breeze.

"You're as perfect as always," I replied back with a wink.

With that he leaned in, I noticed chocolate in the corners of his lips. Making the first move, I leaned in. Covering the spot with the lips, I licked the cream out and I felt the confusion build up inside him as he sat there doing nothing.

"Uh-ugh," a cough interrupted.

"Kids, be kids," dad kinda glared, "there are kids."

We ended up giving a goofy smile.

"Blaire," Sophia came running from the front door.

"I'm so glad you made it here," I cheered.

"Bro," Duncan greeted Chris with a bro-hug.

We were engrossed in chit-chat when a Santa appeared out of nowhere and I remember clearly as a crystal that I didn't call for a Santa. I looked at Chris and he winked at me flirtatiously. The kids were damn excited as Santa went on distributing little tokens of gifts.

Christian is still a kid, who else arranges a Santa!

At the end of all those hustle-bustle, the immensely lean Santa with a fake tummy tuck approached me.

"This is for you," he said, giving me a thin box wrapped in coloured paper.

"Oh! Thanks a lot, Santa." I greeted him with a weird look.

I opened the box to find just a piece of paper. I excused myself from the noise and went to the silence of the backyard to read it out.

"Whenever I look at you, I see the whole of my life ahead. Sometimes, I look at you and just wonder how I got to be so damn lucky. Ever since we met, I've known that we are special and now that your name is etched on my heart, you can never ever exeunt. I wonder how we were destined to be together. We parted but we reconciled in a stronger bond than ever. I fall in love again and over again but only with you, each day, every moment. I just go through the same love. Falling and falling over again," I felt a pair of arms wrapping my waist from behind and I didn't need to look to see who it was because I knew the feeling, the touch that always made my heart skip ten times faster.

"And when I fall in love with you, I love each trace of your skin and each freckle of light in your eyes. I fall in love with the way you look while you're sleeping and the way your mouth curves when you say my name. I can be difficult to love but for me loving you is so easy. It's Christmas and what I ask as my gift is never do give up on me and I won't give up on you. Never ever till my last breath. I love you. Merry Christmas love," with that the letter ended. 

It wrapped my heart in an unknown warmth and spread across my whole body. Tears stung yet I was smiling. He spun me around and pulled me into a kiss. A deep and long kiss. His lips felt soft and the touch was as velvety as butter, warm and subtle. The kiss went deeper hooking me onto it. His grip on my waist was firm as he brought another hand to my face, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear, his fingers slid down and rested on my jawline. My left hand went deep into his locks and time was finally stopped.

"Come on, love birds. Let's dine-in," Sophia called from the backyard breaking our beautiful pause of time.