No Strings Attached

"Uh-huh, I'm here."

"When can I see you?"

Her voice had a slight nasal quality to it, and at the sound, lan felt a tremor in his heart. "Sweetheart, step out onto the balcony and see how thick the snow is. Send me a picture." S~ᴇaʀᴄh the FindNøvᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

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Clara dragged herself up from the couch lethargically and stood by the window. Blinking away the sleep from her eyes, she peered down at a world blanketed in white. She leaned against the window sill, tilting her head back to gaze at the sky where snowflakes danced their descent.

With a soft sigh, she murmured, "It's still coming down, lan. I'm afraid we won't be together for Christmas."

lan chuckled softly, "Missing me that much?"

"Mmm, a lot."

"Then keep your eyes peeled and look outside."

Clara gazed out the window. Suddenly, specks of light appeared against the snowy backdrop. Under Clara's watchful eye, the lights gradually

a kaleidoscope of fireworks burst forth from the snowy grounds, lighting up the

the sight before her. Her throat felt like it was clogged

the petite figure on the balcony, a sly smile playing on his lips.

voice,

broad silhouette standing beneath the heart

She stared at the man in the snow,

a smile. "Clara, get dressed and

"Okay, wait for me."

threw on a long down coat over her pajamas and dashed downstairs.

bits, scampered

ankles with each step, the bells on her wrists

"lan."

and launched herself into his arms. Ian's strong hands caught her, lifting her into his embrace. His cool nose brushed against Clara's warm cheek as his deep, pleasant voice whispered in her ear.

eyes shimmering with unshed tears.