You went plummeting to the ground, solid, freezing ice inches from hitting your face before his warm arm helped you up. “Jesus..” Ryan helped you balance on your ice skates as you stood, elevated on the ice. That was close.

The winter wind ran up your spine and instinctively drew you closer to him. His warm smile didn’t cease as he tilted up your chin. “Just pretend there’s mistletoe.” He mumbled out as his warm lips met yours. He still tasted of the rich hot cocoa from earlier that had left a soothing burn down the inside of your throat and settled comfortably in your gut.

Christmas was fast approaching. Everything in sight was covered in a thick blanket of white, the trees and building littered with Christmas lights in shades of red and green. You never thought you could have so much fun freezing your ass off in New York City. But Ryan made everything fun. He made the worst of things tolerable.

His lips left yours and took a needy whimper from your wanting mouth. Your eyes fluttered open to peer up at his sea-like ones. So beautiful and bright, even in the darkest and silentest nights. Ice skating in Central Park is definitely one of the highlights of your time so far and you just flew in two days ago. Lots of things are planned for the holidays and very not-so-silent nights at your hotel were very much in store for you.

The stars glittered and danced in the dark, snowy air. The sound of children laughing only added to the normal essence of the moment. Much more simple than the usual hustle and bustle of Hollywood life, yet…

You were blinded temporarily by a white flash, followed by a few more. The papz. They always found you. But at least they were the quiet kind and not the pushy, arrogant, yell in your face type.

Call it a Christmas miracle.