A Christmas Kiss

There hadn't been sparks. The whole thing had been more of an explosion. Kidnapped, isolated, almost tortured... she was sure she'd almost lost her mind. But there he was, her... boyfriend sounded too normal. Her best friend. Her life. She laughed with relief, tears in her eyes, when she saw him. How long had it been? Days? Weeks? She didn't know. With no means to tell time, she had been at a total loss. But, there he was. Free, finally, from her captors, she still couldn't run to him. Her legs wouldn't support it, starved and underused as they were. But he ran to her. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close into a warm, comforting embrace. So they stood, letting the others finish the cleanup without them. No one disturbed the reunion.

At last, when the work was done, he drove her back to her house. They stepped out of the car and walked toward the door, his arm supporting her. They stopped, hesitating to say goodbye, even for only a short time. They'd spent too long apart already.

She looked down, blood rushing to her cheeks. She hardly even knew how to thank him for everything. A joke seemed too out of place now, and any words that would normally have been said seemed... insignificant. So they waited, but for only a moment.

"I..." she began, "I don't really know how to say thank you, for everything. I just... I missed you..." Her voice faded in to silence.

And suddenly, it was silence and so much more. Once again, he pulled her gently into his arms. And in the half-light under the mist-shrouded moon, he kissed her for the very first time.

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Merry Christmas, friend!! I hope this story brightened your day a bit, even if it was cheesy. :D Anyway, God bless, and again, have a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!

- Carina