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

forth from the snowy grounds, lighting up the night sky. They bloomed like flowers in the air, petals

before her. Her throat felt like it was clogged

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

voice,

say she missed him too, but before she could finish, she saw a tall and broad silhouette standing beneath the heart of lights. The man was clad in a black coat, looking up,

a moment, Clara's heartbeat seemed to stop, reminiscent of their reunion three years ago. She stared at the

lips curled into a smile. "Clara, get dressed and come

"Okay, wait for me."

over her pajamas and dashed downstairs. As she ran, she called out, "Snow, Daddy's back.

bits, scampered

snow in the yard was deep, swallowing Clara's ankles with each step,

"lan."

His cool nose brushed against Clara's warm cheek

neck, her eyes shimmering with unshed