“Sure are.” He kissed me once more.
All the stress and worries I’d felt for so long just melted away, and my heart was as full as it had ever been.
I really had always hated so much of Christmas—but this year, I couldn’t help but love it. And it was because of the man I was kissing right now.
I never would have guessed that the guy who took my virginity and ran away would be the guy to make me love Christmas again.
“Quinn?” Nicholas said. “I’m glad you needed a Santa Claus this year.”
I smiled and stroked my thumb across his cheek. “And I’m pretty damn glad you’re the Santa who walked through the door. You know you might have to do it again next year, right?”
“I couldn’t think of anything I’d rather do more.”
THE END