Cold Feet at Christmas

Not love…but chemistry. Burning, sparkling, blazing chemistry that threatened to set them both on fire.

Face it, Leah, she thought – you’re just a useless urban gnome trapped in the wilds of the North Pole.

He turned the thought over in his mind, feeling the rawness of emotion stabbing and shearing and tearing holes in his already fragile soul.

Sometimes pain is simply too strong to avoid. You have to let it roll over you, cope the best you can, and look forward to that day – that glorious, fictional day – when you wake up and it’s finally gone.

Tears fell from her face to his, merging with his own. Bittersweet, precious tears, blending together, the liquid expression of their mutual pain.

Enough was enough; even lunatic optimists needed to know when it was time to give themselves a good talking to.

She felt furious and hurt and insulted and confused, all at the same time – but fought like a wild thing to keep all of those emotions hidden.

the sky exploded into a riot of colour: purples, greens, golds, reds, all squealing and shimmering in a spectacular fireworks display.

It was like he was on a word ration, and if he gave her too many, there’d be a national shortage.

Then, as they neared the centre of Chicago proper, it appeared in front of them, all at once: a shimmering city of skyscrapers, man-made towers of steel and brick reaching up to touch the dusky-grey December heavens; concrete fingers stretching high to poke the sodden clouds.