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Holiday Heat III (Audio Script)
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Things are really heating up for our couples in part 3 of this 4-part holiday series. Amelia can’t let go of past hurts, but Nick is determined to make sure she knows that Christmas magic still has a place in her life. Meanwhile in New York City, Ben takes Rose on a whirlwind Christmas date that ends with an irresistible public thrill where they try not to get caught. Both our couples are overcome by Christmas magic, and sparks are flying! This episode features an intense climax in public, and a romantic festive scene.
Original fiction. Characters and events are invented.
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Stories
The day feels so much brighter since I actually slept.
Feels crazy to say, but there was no waiting meeting, no to-do list and no existential dread. Just me, the blankets and a peaceful sleep.
It’s magical really. The golden sun streams in through the windows, illuminating the old cottage in such charming light.
I could get used to this.
And I’m in a good mood. Like, an actual good mood. Not sure the last time that happened.
The tree farmer may have a little something to do with it… he said he’d be at a market today… and that I should come. That smile of his when he said—
“I’d like to see you again.”
It’s all I can think about.
Because if I’m being honest, I’d like to see him again too.
And why shouldn’t I? I can go to the market, wander around the stalls, pretend I know what I’m doing at a Christmas market.
Maybe find some gifts to take home too.
And maybe I’ll see Nick, and if I do, maybe he’ll smile at me the way he did last night.
Maybe, I really want him to.
Maybe that’s him.
…Oh. It’s not Nick it’s… My ex.
He’s been radio silent for months. I thought he might have finally stopped, with the whole hashtag blessed post and everything…
But of course not. He “just wants to check in”... as if I can’t handle the memory of what he did to me without a reminder.
Should have thought of that before, you...I don’t have to text him back. I won’t text him back.
This… the way he makes me feel… It just sucks all the joy out of any room I’m in and…
I know it’s silly, and I know it shouldn’t, but seeing that text from him has deflated me. I was actually… excited. It was going to be a good day.
Look at me, acting like some hopeful heroine in a snowglobe Christmas romance. Unbelievable.
That’s enough feelings for the day.
I’ll just stay in. Mind my own business.
Maybe it’s better this way.
Who could– I’m not expecting anyone…
“Coming!”
“Rose, good morning.”
“You… brought me coffee? Do you want to come in?
”
“One cinnamon latte. With oat milk.”
“How did you…”
“It’s what you ordered at the coffee cart.
I... pay attention.
”
He pays attention. He knows my coffee order. It shouldn’t affect me as much as it does, but I can practically feel myself swooning.
“Mmm, it’s perfect. That’s so kind, thank you.”
“And I’ve made us a plan.
”
“A plan?”
“May I present to you… the perfect Christmas in New York Day.
Number one: Macy’s window displays
Number two: Bryant Park Christmas market.
Number three: the BEST hot chocolate in the city.
Number four: Ice skating at Rockefeller centre.
Only if you want to, of course. This is your day. Your trip. But I want it to be special for you.
”
He made a holiday bucket list. An actual, honest to god list. For me. For us.
“This is unbelievably sweet, Ben.”
“Is that a yes, then? Will you let me show you my city?”
“Yes.. let’s do it, let’s go.”
“Oh for fucks sake”
“Hi, I...I didn’t see you at the market this morning. Just wanted to check in, make sure you’re okay, that you don’t need anything.
”
“Hi… what is… all that?”
“Emergency Christmas supplies. For the tree, you see. The one you tried to condemn to a lonely, cold Christmas because it looked too festive.
”
“I did not say it like that.”
“You absolutely did. And I also brought lunch. I was hoping between the two, I might be able to persuade you to feel just a tiny bit festive.
Uh… can I come in?
”
“If you must”
“Everyone needs a little bit of Christmas, even city people with terrifyingly expensive wardrobes.”
“My wardrobe is not terrifying.”
“It terrifies me.
In a fun way.
”
I really can’t tell if he’s mocking me or if it’s a compliment, but I like it.
Why am I like this?
“Come on, let me help you decorate.
Just the two of us, no one has to know.
It could be fun.
”
“You’re not leaving until I say yes, are you?”
“Nope, I like spending time with you.
”
“Fine. But you have…15 minutes. We can decorate for 15 minutes.
”
“Brilliant! Then, maybe after that… we can take a little walk?
Get you out of this cottage for a little while?
”
“Maybe”
Ben’s list was even more magical than I expected.
And I’d even been better at ice skating than I expected. I only almost fell like… 5? Times. We’ve checked everything off now, and even added dinner at a greasy diner with some world famous sandwiches. It was perfect, and now we’re heading for drinks in some fancy hotel he says we can’t miss.
With all the things I thought might happen, nothing we’ve done today even crossed my mind… but honestly, before this, I didn’t think men like Ben existed. Thoughtful, charming
And very generous in bed.
“Come onnnn Rose, you’ve been staring at the tree forever.
I know it’s big, but size isn’t everything.
”
I shake myself out of my thoughts, realising I’ve stopped on the sidewalk…
I think I’ll just let him think I really was looking at the tree. It is pretty incredible after all.
“You’re incorrigible. Fine, fine. Let’s go.
What’s next on that list of yours, Mr. Christmas?
”
“Come on, follow me. You’ll love this.”
“Wow, it’s…”
“I’m captivated, the building in front of me stretches to the sky, twinkling in golden splendor that splashes off the marble columns and only gets grander as he escorts me through the lobby with a tree as tall as the Rockefeller.”
“It’s our next stop. This hotel has some of the most elegant decor in the city… and the most expensive drinks.
But it’s worth it for the view.
”
We make our way to a luxe little bar, where marble gives way to dark velvet. The effect is a sultry, more intimate space than anywhere we’ve been today.
“It is stunning, really”
“I meant you, Rose.
You’re stunning.”
The way he’s watching me is intense, and it sparks heat in my chest that slowly dips lower the longer he holds my gaze with his. I know I should say thank you, but I want to say please instead. I want to ask for more, but I’m not sure of what.
He tucks us into a quiet corner of the bar and orders us drinks, and I try not to spiral at the way a single glance has me wanting him.
But it isn’t just the glance, is it? It’s everything. It’s the way he planned this entire day, his big hand holding mine tight as we navigated crowded spaces. It’s the bear he bought me in that massive toy store and the way he watches me… so that I can’t forget how it felt to be with him, to have his attention fully on me.. On pleasing me…
“Yes, can you tell me what champagne you’d recommend for celebrating a special occasion?
Perfect, we’ll take a bottle of that. Thank you.”
I cannot be thinking about things like that when he’s been nothing but kind all day. Just because I can’t keep my thoughts off the way his tongue felt when he…
Stop being inappropriate Rose. Your wet panties are your problem. Not...
“Champagne for the lady”
“Thank you kindly.”
“So, what was your favourite part-
Oh, god. Sorry…. Taking up too much space as always…
”
“No, no, it’s okay. I...I don’t mind I… kind of like it, actually.”
I don’t know what makes me say it, maybe it’s the heat of his palm on my thigh re-routing all my blood from my brain to the single point of contact…
Well, and the hot throb of my far too aware body as I feel my chest harden in response to his proximity.
“You do?”
“Yeah, I… really do.”
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