Season's Greetings : Christmas Box Set

“Can’t you tell?” I whisper.

“I didn’t want to assume.”

“Consider this me confirming my interest.” I bite my bottom lip. It’s a bold statement, but I want to know where I stand before I see him in person next week.

“I ... feel the same.”

Relief floods me. He can be hard to read.

“You do?” I whisper.

“Yes.”

“What do we do next?” I lick my lips, unsure of the next step culturally speaking. Their dating etiquette is different. I know because I’ve researched it.

“Make things official. I would like to date you, Hart.”

Hearing the words makes my heart soar. “I want the same thing.”

“Then it’s done.”

I close my eyes. For the first time in years, I have a man to call my own. A stupidly attractive, sweet, thoughtful man who makes my lady parts tingle.

“You’re mine now.” The possessive tone in his voice makes me shiver. I like this side of him.

“Yes, I am.”

“Next week, we’ll go on a real date.”

“Won’t that make me look like I’m vying for votes?”

“We don’t have a say in the winner. And I think for both of our sakes, we should keep this under wraps.”

“Yes,” I say, relieved he understands.

“Being with me won’t always be easy, Hart. My schedule is insane, my fans are intense, and I will do what I think is necessary to keep you safe. I opened myself up to the aspects of this life, and I’ll bear the consequences alone.”

“I’m not a flower who needs to be sheltered,” I protest.

“No. But you should be. I take care of the people who are important to me, Hartley. I know you have to be strong for everyone at home. It won’t be that way between us.” His words are like strong arms wrapping around me and holding me close.

“I’d like that.” During my most challenging year, he’s shone a ray of hope and sunshine through the murky skies. I’m no longer alone, facing what feels like an insurmountable goal.

“Good. Did you eat today?”

I smile at his routine check-in and let his deep voice lull me into a relaxing state that will lead me to sweet dreams of the man I’m falling for.

YOON

Things have been strained between Sang and me since I walked out on him a few weeks ago. He hasn’t approached me about Jiwoo again. Instead, he’s always pushing his own agenda, making sure we’re seated next to each other, and seen walking together as often as possible. Already the internet is speculating. He sticks close to me as we ride the elevator up to our rooms.

“Don’t think about sneaking away to see your American.”

“She has a name,” I say quietly.

“See how much fame she’s gained just from being on our show? She expects more.”

“You pretend to know her so well when you’ve only spoken with her once.”