Holiday Romance

I can’t have a December Capricorn.” “It turned out okay for Jesus.” “The man was crucified, Molly!

I’m in love with you and I’m sorry it took me so long to figure it out. I’m sorry I wasted so many years trying to find someone else, when the only one I wanted was you.

You always make the time when you want to.

You're pretty good at relationship chats. For a boy, anyway." "Yeah, well. It's always easier when it's about other people, isn't it?

There'll be people who can help you. I can help you. But you have to ask for it. You have to try. And I'd rather you tried than stay miserable, Molly. No matter how scared you are.

You’re sick,” he says firmly. “Let me look after you. I’ll always look after you.

Women help women. I will help you quit. I’ll take you to a life coach. We’ll make some lists. I’ll teach you the violin.

I’m fine. Honestly, I'm so used to being alone now I don't know if I'll even like it when I find someone I do want to be with. I'm not sure I know how to bend like that anymore.

Don’t tell me I don’t know what this is. Don’t tell me I don’t know what I want.

I’m just not used to this yet,” I admit. “I still feel sometimes like I’ll wake up and we’ll be on a plane. That none of it will have happened.” “It was always going to happen,” he murmurs. “But trust you to choose the most stressful three days ever to do it.

I will make their lives as miserable as you want me to. Prank phone calls. Stones in their shoes. Whatever you ask me to do, I will do it.

Mark doesn’t deserve you,” he interrupts. “And I don’t care if he’s found his soulmate or if he spends his weekend rescuing stray dogs. He hurt you, so I hate him. And I would very much like to punch him for breaking your heart. In fact, if anyone ever makes you think you are less than what you are, or that you don’t deserve everything that you reach for, I will make their lives as miserable as you want me to. Prank phone calls. Stones in their shoes. Whatever you ask me to do, I will do it. You are hardworking and passionate and kind and one day… one day you are going to find someone who lights you up even more than you already do. And they’ll be lucky to have you.

I spent that entire flight wondering if I was making a giant, expensive mistake, but any doubts I had vanished as soon as I stepped off the plane. I knew as soon as I did that Chicago was my city. And I was lucky that it was. There’s no predicting it sometimes, what calls to you and what doesn’t. But in the same way house-hunters can walk through a front door and know instantly whether or not the four walls are for them, I knew as I settled into my life here all those years ago that this was where I belonged.

Did you not think that maybe the reason your heart was so against every other path was that you knew exactly what you wanted all along?

I want you, I want us, and I think we could make it work.

You're scared." "So?" I ask. "There's nothing wrong with being scared." "There's not," he agrees. "So long as you don't stay scared forever.

Google career options for tired girls who still want to afford their nice apartment.

This is an adventure, right? This is either a fun little adventure or possibly the stupidest thing I’ve done. And I once tried to wax my own eyebrows.

It’s mistletoe, you idiot.

Well, it’s too late now,” she says dryly. “Are you sleeping on the couch?” “We’re sharing a bed.” It takes a full twenty seconds for her to stop cackling.

You know when people say that the anticipation of a kiss can be better than the actual event? Those people have never kissed Andrew Fitzpatrick.

I give most people money as a present. They expect it and they want it.

Should we set an alarm?” I whisper. “My family is the alarm.

You are hardworking and passionate and kind and one day… one day you are going to find someone who lights you up even more than you already do. And they’ll be lucky to have you.

remember that even if it doesn’t go exactly to plan

When this man became my weakness, I do not know. But tonight, it's like he's got me wrapped around his little finger.

He grins up at me with those hazel eyes as if I'm the best thing that's happened to his day.

You were tired and stressed and haven’t kissed anyone in a while so, when you kissed me, your wires got crossed.” “Exactly.” “It confused you.” “It did.” I’m beaming at him now, relieved he understands. Andrew nods. “So, we should do it again.” “Yes, we… What?” “We should kiss again to clear things up,” he says, completely serious. “So you’ll be less confused.

Can I help you?” I ask, but he just points to the ceiling. I glance back at Andrew with an is-this-man-going-to-kill-us eyebrow raise, but he’s not looking at me. He’s looking up with a smile and I follow his gaze to a bundle of green leaves directly overhead. “What’s that?” I ask, confused. Andrew’s eyes drop to mine. “It’s mistletoe, you idiot.