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“It’s cold.” Erin called from the kitchen over the soft hum of Christmas music. It wasn’t really. At least not by most winter standards, maybe Georgia standards but even then not really. For the Australian, Christmas was supposed to be hot but mostly the cooler weather was just a good excuse to wear snuggly sweaters and drink copious amounts of hot chocolate. 

“Did you want—” She turned to find Gareth leaning against the doorframe behind her. Mistletoe suddenly tacked in the doorway above his head. A smile spread across her face. “Was that there before?” She knew it hadn’t been which made it all the sweeter of a gesture. Erin walked over to him and looked up at it and slowly brought her gaze back down to him.

When Xander wasn’t there, it was easy to pretend that this was how things could be. Their own fantasy land where it was easy to ignore that what had happened between them, what was happening between them wasn’t wrong. The way that Gareth looked at her, the things he said, the way he considered her in his actions - she could have it all. If she could just leave Xander. But deep down she wasn’t certain that she deserved Gareth’s love and adoration somewhere along the line she’d convinced herself that what she had with Xander was far more realistic. She just couldn’t make the jump to believe Gareth could look at her that way forever.