RIVER

Taylor is leaning casually on the doorframe when I turn around. Tears are welling up in my eyes as I stare at him. He moved to sit beside me on the bed and wrapped his arms around my shoulder.

I explained the entire call to him and watched the smile on his face grow. “He wants us to come for Christmas,” I murmured gently.

“I think that’s a very lovely plan,” he murmured back.

I turned to him gently, and he kissed my lips before pressing his forehead to mine, our breath mixing ...