Nic’s POV
As I looked down and her beautiful sleeping face, I began to plan on how to get this girl to marry me. Now some would assume that I have lost my fucking mind, but I haven’t.
My family has been lucky in the department of finding their one true love. For generations the men of the Rosemount family have always noticed their mate almost immediately. Love at first sight is what fairy tales were made of, but not for my family.
Growing up I heard stories of how my Grandfather took one look at my Grandma and that was it for him, they were married four weeks later. My dad literally ran into my mom, knocking her down on the sidewalk. When he helped her up he was struck by cupid as well. They were married six weeks later. My brothers and male cousins all suffered the same fate. Once they met their intended that was it, marriage followed weeks later. Babies within 9 months of that.
I never understood how it all exactly worked, I accepted it and wished for it, but the understanding of that type of instantaneous connection always confused me. Until now.
The second I met Noelle while changing her tire, I knew there was something special about her. It wasn’t until that next day in her kitchen that I got it. After years of seeing the men in my family surrender to the desire of that one special woman, I was finally experiencing it.
And it was the most astonishing and tantalizing feeling I have ever experienced.
Now all I had to do was convince this shy, innocent goddess to take that leap with me. I knew without a doubt that I loved her, with my whole heart. But how do I get her to fall in love with me? She has been so hurt in the past, enough to slowly alienate herself from anyone.
She began to shift around, lazily she stretched and then opened her eyes.
“Morning my beautiful Kitten, how are you feeling?” I said kissing her nose.
Taking a few seconds to gather her thoughts, “Well totally and thoroughly fucked!”
Her comment shocked the hell out of me. Laughing I replied “Well then I have succeeded in my mission.”
My lips began their decent to hers, but her hand stopped me. “Slow down stud muffin. Before you start all of that again I need to shower, brush my teeth and eat.”
Reluctantly I rolled out of bed and helped her up. An hour later we were enjoying our warm breakfast as I spoke with my mother. The snow stopped and weather cleared, but the roads were still dangerous. I decided to spend another day here. Christmas was still a few days away so there was no rush to return home yet.
I noticed Noelle had grown silent since we got out of bed. Her original playful manner was gone. I could start to feel her pulling away and that scared the shit out of me. Nope not going to happen. Noelle was mine.
She kept sneaking glances at me when she thought I wasn’t looking. Confusion clouded her eyes each time they met mine. My chest ached for her. Her face as like an open book, I could see the emotions clearly as each one passes. Fear, confusion, pain and even a little lust.
“Ok kitten, enough of this. Tell me what is causing you all this distress. Talk to me please, I am here for you.”
“How can you love me? You barely know me.”
I reached over and plucked her out of her seat and sat her in my lap. I couldn’t keep my hands off this woman and I didn’t want to try. I also wanted her in my arms when I opened up my heart to her.
I explained to her that I did love her and that even though it has been a few days that I know to the depth of my soul that she was it for me and I planned on marrying her, having kids and growing old with her. I then went onto better explain my family history and that is why I fully accepted my love for her no questions asked. The strong connection that we were forming was undeniable.
She stiffened on my lap as I spoke, but as I started to bare my soul, she began to relax against me. Tears began to form at the corner of her eyes as she listened to me. By the time I was done listing all of the little things I loved about her she was sobbing into my neck.
Rubbing her back, I comforted her as I repeated that I truly did love her, over and over again. Pleading her to believe me and to give me...us a chance. A chance to prove to her that I am the man for her. The one to love her unconditionally. The one that can make her happy. All she had to do was give me a chance.
After a couple mintes she emerged from hiding in my neck. Her eyes were puffy and red but she looked beautiful to me. I lifted my hands to wipe away her tears. Right before my lips sealed to hers...she whispered okay...
The next three days were pure bliss. We spent the time closed off from the world, taking the time getting to know one another and making love. I knew that soon we would have to return to the land of the living, but for now we decided to live in our bubble and continue to build our relationship. It was pure heaven.
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