"You needn't bring out the fake mistletoe for that," she says, a wry grin tugging at the side of her lips as she kisses him properly, her fingers curling round the lapels of his trenchcoat, pulling him as close as she can muster.
"Happy Christmas, Sean," she continues. Silently, she adds, my love, my life, my protector.
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"Happy Christmas, Sean," she continues. Silently, she adds, my love, my life, my protector.