The tradition was that with each kiss a berry was picked off the mistletoe. Once the last berry was gone, then there could be no more kissing,” Chris revealed as he leaned closer before whispering, “And that’s a total shame.

A man who can effortlessly get what he wants, and right now those exquisite hazel eyes stare her down as if to devour her entire being.

Emptiness and loneliness consume you. Physically you're alive, but mentally you're dying inside.

She was lost. Torn between what to do. I saw it clearly in her eyes as she stared at me. I wanted to tell her to let go and be with me even if it was just one night but I couldn’t. One night wasn’t enough.

That’s when it hit me. I scrambled to his side of the bed in haste, silently opened the bedside drawer and located the box of matches he had used to light the candle.

Analyse's head thrashed left and right as he continued his onslaught. Her body scraped against the harsh surface of the tree, tearing a painful howl from her lips yet she wanted more.

Placing her palm against the nearby spruce covered in fluffy white snow, Denyse bowed her head knowing the decision being made was one she didn't want to make. She needed Joseph, and so far, he's proved that he'll be there to make sure no one else got hurt.

The tradition was that with each kiss a berry was picked off the mistletoe. Once the last berry was gone, then there could be no more kissing," Chris revealed as he leaned closer before whispering, "And that's a total shame.

Sasha's fear was what kept her moving. All while she chanted in her head. Run. Don't look back. Run. Don't get caught.

For the past two years, I had coasted along these waters and each year ended the same. With me returning alone.