“I get it, you were scared.”
My heart races as I stare into his eyes. “Of what?”
He leans in closer. “Me.”
He does scare me. I’m scared because my brain clearly stops functioning when he’s around and I will end up saying something dumb or making a bigger fool of myself. I’m scared that I’ll spend another Christmas/birthday wondering what’s wrong with me. I’m terrified that, once again, I’ll be left alone.
“What do you want me to say?”
“The truth for starters.”
“The truth is that we had sex and then you never called.”
He shakes his head. “You wanted me to call?”
I don’t know what I wanted. “No. Yes. I just . . . let’s not do this, okay?”
“There’s a reason I didn’t call. Contrary to what you think, Holly, I’m not a dick.”
“Regarding work, you are . . .”
“Okay, maybe with that.”
I sigh, which is a bit of a laugh, and so does he. We all know that Dean is ruthless when it comes to his job. He started at the bottom and has fought his way up. With the project manager being transferred to the Phoenix office, there will be a very big promotion up for grabs here. His name plaque might as well be on the office door already.
“What are you heading to California for?” I ask, hoping we can talk about anything other than the sex and lack of calls.
He releases a heavy breath. “My family lives there, and I’m going home for the holidays and staying for a while after.”
“What do you mean a while?”
Dean rubs the back of his head. “My mother has been begging me to stay closer to home. I guess she misses me or something.” He laughs. “So, I figure maybe I’ll see what’s out there and interview a bit. I don’t know. It depends on the promotion here too . . .”
My heart falls, and I have the strongest urge to cry. I don’t want him to leave, which is stupid and scary. I wonder if the cold air does something to my brain? It would add another item to the list of things I hate about December.
“Oh.” Is all I seem to get out.
“Oh?”
“I guess I’m surprised you’d even think of leaving Chicago. Especially since you seem to be the golden boy here. It didn’t even occur to me that you’d transfer out there or leave the company when we all know you’re going to get the promotion.”
Dean shakes his head. “You’re the one they keep going to for all these pitches. We both know that the promotion is yours.”
I jerk my head back. He’s crazy. “Please, you win every account you pitch for. It’s why we all hate you.”
“You included?” he asked as he clearly fought to keep the smirk off his lips.
I wish I did. I wish he wasn’t so damn good looking. I wish I didn’t dream of him every night and didn’t find his confidence so damn attractive. I would give anything for the simmer of feelings I have for him to die out. That would really make it easier.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?”
“I would, in fact.”
“Well, too bad.”
He clutches his chest. “You wound me, and at Christmas time?”
“Please. You’re just fine. Back to the job thing . . .”
“There’s nothing definite, it’s just a possibility. I’m really just appeasing my family.”
I understand that. My mother is an overbearing crazy person. She was over last night, telling me how I needed to get my life together. It’s been almost two years, and she’s worried I’m going to die alone with a gaggle of cats.
“No matter what happens, I hope it’s what you want to happen, even if it means you have to move.”
Dean takes his other hand and laces our fingers together. “What if I told you that I hope I don’t find anything?”
“Why would you say that?”
His thumb grazes the top of my hand. “Because I like someone here.”
Our eyes meet, and my heart begins to race. “You do? Who?” I ask, really hoping it’s my name out of his mouth.
Ugh. I shouldn’t want that, but the other night changed something inside me.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” He finally lets his smirk out as he throws my words back in face.
“You’re such an ass. Maybe I don’t really want to know. Maybe I do. Maybe I don’t care who you like because, if you cared, you’d tell me,” I counter.
Dean turns, his eyes meet mine, and there’s no mincing words this time. “I like you, Holly. I like you, and the other night wasn’t just some random drunken fling.”
I shake my head to clear the fog of emotions that start to cloud my vision. If he liked me, he would’ve called. He would’ve done something to let me know instead of forcing himself to say it because we’re trapped in an elevator. Hell, he probably only said it because we are stuck in this elevator.
Still, my heart begins to flutter. “You don’t have to say nice things because we’re stuck in an elevator. I’m a big girl. I can handle a one-night stand or whatever we’re calling it.”
“I’m not saying it for any of those reasons. I’m saying it because I mean it. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to call you, it was that I knew you didn’t want me to call you. I heard you say it was a mistake. Then the day after we slept together, I found out I was pitching against you, and I wasn’t exactly sure how the hell we were going to pick up from that. Most of all, I wanted to call. I wanted so fucking badly to see you again.”
Why does he make me feel gooey inside? Why do I want to lunge at him and kiss him? Why can’t I shut down these feelings when I know all he wants is this job?
Because I’m crazy, that’s why.
I get to my feet, needing the leverage and distance. Not that there’s anywhere to go when I’m stuck in an elevator, but still.
I look at Dean, wondering if what he’s saying is true. “Dean . . .”
“No, don’t say anything to try to make what I said a lie.”
“Why do the holidays seem to bring around so much confusion and hurt with men?” I mutter.
I used to love Christmas. It was truly the most magical time, but the bad memories always take hold and remove the joy I used to feel. There are a thousand good memories to that one horrible one, but I know I’ll only ever really remember how much it hurt when he left me. This year probably hurts more than when he left. This Christmas Eve would’ve been my wedding day. On this holiday, I’ll eat another birthday cake instead of a wedding one.
I look to the ceiling. “Seriously, could they get the damn power started so I can hide? I’m completely hopeless when it comes to relationships.”
Dean gets to his feet, crowding me, making me feel everything because I can’t escape him. He pushes away a piece of my blonde hair that fell in my eye. “There’s still hope for you, Holly.”
I turn my head and bite my lip. “I don’t think so.”
He grips my chin so I’m forced to look at him. Dean’s eyes are intense, and there’s a layer of fear just lying beneath the surface. “You are not hopeless. You had a guy who didn’t see how great you are, who didn’t deserve you. You don’t see what you have around you or in front of you.”
3
I don’t know what I’m doing saying any of this.
Maybe it’s because her blue eyes turn dull when she’s hurting and I want to brighten them again. She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Almost from the day I met her, I’ve battled with having feelings for her, knowing she was with someone else and I couldn’t have her.
Then when that dickhead of a fiancé she had left her, I fucking threw a party.
I hated him. He was a tool who never deserved her.
Then after he left her, she needed time. Her pain was evident as she struggled.
There were times I tried to make her laugh, smile, forget about him, and over the last few months . . . she did.
We started working on a pitch for a new vitamin type drink. Long nights with takeout in
the office made it impossible not to fall harder for her.
I spent so long pretending that it was just lust, but I can’t do that anymore. Now that I’ve had her, I don’t ever want to let her go again.
“I don’t understand . . .”
My hand lifts, gently touching her cheek. “What don’t you understand?”
She tries to step back farther, but there’s nowhere to go. “This! Us. Why would you say all this when you’re going to California and aren’t sure if you’ll find another job or come back? Do you want to give me another reason to hate Christmas?”
The last thing I want to do is hurt her more. I tried to get out of going home. I planned to talk to her this week, see her and explain that I don’t think the other night was a mistake. My whole goal was to make her Christmas something special. Take her out on a real date, show her that it isn’t the holidays that are shit—it is the dickhead she was with.
“No. That definitely is not my intention.”
Her hand presses at my chest, but I don’t move. I can’t let her get away before she knows how I feel. “Then what are you trying to do?”
“I’m trying to make you see.”
“See what?”
Instead of answering her with words, I kiss her. My mouth is hard against hers, and she freezes. Kissing Holly is everything I remember and more. The hand that was trying to push me away is now grasping at my shirt. Her lips go from rigid to soft as she kisses me back.
I feel her fighting herself, though. When we were together last week, she was completely uninhibited. She let go, and God, it was beautiful.
“Stop thinking,” I say. Our lips just brushing. “Stop trying to make these crazy things in your head reality. Stop pulling away.”
“Stop talking,” she counters.
Her hand snakes around the back of my head, and she kisses me this time.
My palms travel down her slender body, wanting to feel her skin but knowing she doesn’t trust me not to hurt her. I need her to see I’m nothing like the guy she believes I am.
She breaks the kiss and tries to calm her breath.
Her blue eyes are filled with passion and confliction.
I run my fingers across her cheek, and she smiles.
“Do you have any idea how many times I’ve imagined kissing you in this elevator?”
“Yeah?”
The most beautiful shade of pink paints her cheeks. “I’ve liked you for a while, but Dean, we work together, and this California thing . . .”
“I’ll come back,” I vow. “If you tell me there’s a chance, I’ll come back.”
4
The sound of my heart pounding is so loud that I’m sure he can hear it. “There’s more than a chance.”
I can’t believe I just said it, but I’m tired of fighting the feelings I have.
I care about him, and I’ve been fooling myself by saying anything else. He’s sweet, caring, and if he left, I would forever wonder.
Dean is the opposite of anyone I’ve ever been with, and I think that’s a good thing.
“There is?”
He can’t leave without knowing, because I want him to come back. Even if it means I never get another account again. Well, maybe not that much, but still.
My breathing is shallow as I tell him everything that’s in my heart. “I care about you, Dean. I have for a long time. I know what you overheard, but none of it was true. I only said it because bad things happen around this time of year and I wanted to protect myself. I wanted to believe we could be together, but then everything just felt so . . . scary.”
I give him my truth because I trust him with it. He’s never lied to me, and he’s always done anything he could to make me smile.
When I was broken, Dean somehow always made getting up and coming to work a little less painful. He never pushed me, but now there’s no going back.
“I’m going to make you love Christmas again, Holls. I’m going to show you that Santa, snow, the music, and all things are full of joy.”
I shake my head, both telling him no and denying the claim to myself. “How do you plan to do that?”
He presses his lips to mine, and I push my body against his. “By reminding you that it’s how we got together. Because if that stupid snowstorm hadn’t knocked the power out during the time of year when Santa comes and if the music weren’t playing in our office that night, we wouldn’t have joy. We wouldn’t have finally stopped pretending these feelings between us were really happening.”
My lips turn up, and I play with the hair on the back of his neck. “I think this could’ve happened in the summer.”
Dean nods with a shrug. “Maybe, but I believe there’s something magical in the air that makes it so we all can’t help but accept what comes our way.”
Before I can say another word, the elevator jerks and we’re moving. I go to step away, but Dean holds me tight. Then the door opens and there are three people standing there, looking at the two of us in each other’s arms.
“Well, seems you guys are doing just fine,” an older gentleman says before letting out a low chuckle.
“Yeah, I think we are,” Dean says as he steps back and grabs his jacket from the floor.
For the first time in a long time, I think I am too. It may not have been the way I wanted to spend an hour of my time, but it ended up being the best hour of my life.
He extends his hand, and I take it.
“You two have to kiss,” the older man says, and I finally get a look at him.
He’s a heavy man with a white beard. He looks exactly like . . . Santa. There’s a glimmer in his eyes as though he already knows that’s exactly what we were doing in that elevator.
“What?” I say.
He points to the ceiling right outside of the elevator door. “Mistletoe.”
“Oh.”
“It’s bad luck,” Santa look-alike says. “Plus, it’s the holidays. You never know what can happen if you believe. Do you believe, Holly?”
I look at Dean and smile. “Yeah, I do. It’s really the best time of year.”
Dean grins and presses his lips to mine, reminding me that anything can happen during the holidays if you just have faith.
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WHAT WAS PREVIOUSLY “THE END” . . .
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Thank you for reading this short story of A Holiday Lift. I was reminded of how much I loved writing Dean and Holly after watching Passionflix film it that I knew I needed to go in and give more. I wanted answers to my own questions and to see where they went. So . . . did Dean show Holly that this time of year is the best? Read and find out.
5
~Two Years Later~
“Dean! Can you please help me?” I yell from my rather precarious spot on the stepstool.
He rushes into the living room, his eyes wide. “What are you doing?” I hear him say as he reaches to stop the stool from teetering on two legs.
“The angel was crooked,” I explain as if it should be obvious.
“Regardless, you shouldn’t be climbing up there.”
I roll my eyes. “It’s fine.”
“And if you fell?”
I step down, my hand touching his cheek. “You’d catch me.”
The anger deflates a little from him. “Not if I didn’t know you were falling.”
“I have faith.”
The last few months have been crazy. Yes, the holidays are always busy at the agency, but with the two of us being promoted in different departments, our hours have been ridiculous, leaving us to struggle to find time to see each other.
Dean got the promotion to the new department, and after my boss quit, I was given his spot. It made us dating much easier and people asked far fewer questions.
Not to mention, everyone at work considered us a foregone conclusion. Apparently, we weren’t very subtle.
“I’ve missed you,” he says as he wraps his arms around me.
“It’s been so hard with the new accounts we’ve gotten,�
�� I say, loosening his tie. “Do you have everything settled with your new hire?”
He groans. “Not even close. She’s ambitious, which is great, but she’s reckless.”
“You’ll get her sorted out,” I reassure him.
“It would be much easier if she weren’t the owner’s daughter.”
I tap my hand on his chest with a grin. “Yeah, that does suck for you.”
Dean laughs before giving me a brief kiss. “Still, it’s a good thing we’re busy.”
“I know, but we’ll get a reprieve after the new year, right?”
He sighs deeply. “I doubt that I will.”
“Why?”
“Because I just got another account, and it’s going to require some travel, possibly even before the new year.”
“You’re going to miss New Year’s Eve?”
“I hope not, but if I have to fly out to Tokyo, then I may not have a choice.”
I try not to be sad about it, but I am. Being with him has brought me so much joy. He made me promises, and he’s kept every one of them. I love him so much, and selfishly, I want to be with him.
However, our careers are what brought us together, and I know how much it means to him. If it were me who had to travel, I would want him to understand.
“We’ll make it work,” I promise.
He gives me a sweet kiss. “This is why I love you.”
“Oh? Because of this one reason?” I say teasingly.
“This and many, many others.”
I laugh. “Well, I am pretty fabulous.”
“That you are.”
“Now, let’s get this tree fully decorated before our parents get here tomorrow.”
We’ve barely had time to do anything Christmas related. Last night, three days before Christmas, we went and found a tree and threw some lights on it. Now we’re doing our best not to make it look like total crap because I had the brilliant idea of hosting Christmas dinner this year.
As if I weren’t already stressed out about seeing his mother again.
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