[ Strangely, this feels to Julie like the most authentic Christmas moment she's ever had as an adult. Like she's somehow fallen into a dumb Hallmark Christmas movie. It might be warm outside, but in the dark, the desert is easier to forget. The twinkle of not just the tree's lights, but all the Enlightenment decorations in other windows offers cover for the lack of snow, and it smells like Christmas, and this is the part of the movie that makes dowdy girls swoon and sigh and feel bad about their own lives.
She will not be considering other pieces of that puzzle, but she will be satisfied by the achievement and her own happiness.
One hand tangling in his hair, she hitches her skirt up with the other. It scrunches around her hips as she leans into him, biting his lip. ]
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She will not be considering other pieces of that puzzle, but she will be satisfied by the achievement and her own happiness.
One hand tangling in his hair, she hitches her skirt up with the other. It scrunches around her hips as she leans into him, biting his lip. ]