Status Updates From Daisy & Levi’s Christmas Sp...

I grabbed the sides of her face and pressed a solid kiss to her lips. “I love you, Daniella.”
“I love you more.”
“Yeah right.”
“I’m older than you, so technically I have more love to give.”
“Older by thirty-five days.”
“Still older!”

“Levi Coldwell,” she exhaled, “did you eat one of the cookies already?”
“No, I’d never,” I breathed.
“You taste like strawberry puree and sweet almonds.”
“That’s the new gum I’m chewing. I didn’t tell you?”

Daisy’s hand found my thigh under the table as I reached across for stuffing, and I almost jumped out of my seat. Turning, I found her lips folded in, withholding a laugh.
“I don’t think you’re funny,” I whispered.
“It’s a good thing I wasn’t trying to be. I just happened to make myself laugh,”

“What?” she asked.
I bit the inside of my cheek. “Nothing.”
“For a man who’s always writing? I don’t believe that.”
“It’s different when I’m in front of you. English becomes useless.”
She leaned forward. “What about in French then?”
“Aucune langue n'est satisfaisante.”

When the flowers wither, I reach for a wreath. A wreath wrapped in ribbons and lights and snow. She embodied it at all, and she didn’t even know.

no offense i did not enjoy this

i know shelving a 20 page novella as a current read is crazy but i gotta do what i gotta do