Tis the Season for Revenge: A Holiday Romantic Comedy

“You’re a damn liar, Abigail Amelia Keller. You want big and you want sparkle and you want extravagance. Not in price, but in love and adoration. And right here, right now, I’m promising to spend the rest of my life giving you that. Say yes and I’ll make you feel loved and cherished and appreciated until my last breath. Say yes and I’ll help you paint the world pink. Say yes and we’ll forever be completely consumed by each other. We’ll be the cool aunt and uncle, and we’ll travel and explore, and you will be mine and mine alone. I am absolutely wild about you. You are my sun and my moon and I will be yours. You completely consume me.”

“They’re made by you. You take care of me—you take care of anyone who lets you, really. You think color can change the world and you prove it, one person at a time, every single day. You keep me grounded and you sing too loud at concerts

“I love to spoil you. Don’t ruin it for me,”

“I love you too, Damien. Thanks for an amazing Christmas.

“Merry Christmas, Abigail. I love you,”

And then he’s kissing me, and I don’t have any headspace to think about anything but his lips on mine.

Then he kisses me, full and deep, just as the snow begins to drift down.

It’s the magical Christmas moment of my dreams, kissing this man in a tux, the Rockefeller tree framing us, the air clear.

Revenge never felt so good.

“You don’t have to drag me anywhere, Damien. I’m already there.”

“Why don’t you have your coat?” I ask, my brain finally working enough to ask.

“Baby, you were never leaving without me tonight. I needed air. I went for a walk. I was headed back when you found me.”

“You’re getting it. I told you I’m falling, and I’m taking you with me.”