Happy Valentine's Day - here are some tips on showing your love
1. Practice random acts of kindness with your partner. When they need a little help, lend a hand. If he or she is too tired to walk the dog or do the dishes, take on the task to show that you see and you care.
2. Leave coded messages. With all the communication tools we have today, it is possible to stay in very close touch with the one you love. Sending little text hearts and love notes is a great way to keep the heart fires burning.
3. Do nice things for no reason. When you bring home flowers or prepare a special meal, it tells your partner you are taking extra measures to show you care. These are acts of love, and they will be felt.
4. Do all the little things you did when you were courting. Remember opening doors and pulling out chairs? What about telling him how great he looks, or treating her so sweetly that other couples blush? It’s a fun goal.
5. Give little gifts. It shows you have been thinking of your other half. Small and expensive has its place too, but you don’t have to go overboard; just the act of giving is a loving action.
Now....need some hotness inspiration for tonight? Take a few minutes to read The Holiday
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Christmas Eve. Two lonely friends. A holiday movie. A little whiskey and pain.
It’s the recipe for truths and revelations that will change Dree and Kelly’s lives forever.
This story is intended for readers over the age of 18 due to adult language, sexual content, and adult situations.
Dree closed her
eyes and a tear streaked down her right cheek.
On instinct, I
wiped it away with my thumb. Her skin
was so soft, like a rose petal. Her face
subtly shifted to lean into my palm. The
temptation to brush her full bottom lip was almost more than I could bear. She opened her eyes and I dropped my hand
before I crossed the friendship line.
welcome to spend Christmas with me.”
One brow shot
up. “Eating Chinese food while watching Die Hard?”
“Hey, it’s a great
“Oh my God.” She rolled her eyes, but a tiny smile lifted
her mouth. “Just because a movie takes
place at Christmas time, doesn’t make it a Christmas
movie.” She sat up. “White
Christmas, Frosty the Snowman, The Holiday, It’s A Wonderful Life—everything on Hallmark Channel in December. Those are Christmas titles.”
talking to Miss Christmas.”
She groaned. “Don’t start.” Her eyes narrowed on me. “Santa beard.”
“A full beard
doesn’t make it Santa’s.”
blond. Bleach it white and you only need the red suit.”
My hand went to my
waistline. “I haven’t eaten that many
cookies this season.”
She elbowed me in
the ribs. Ow. Skinny people and their bony appendages. “Stop that. I can’t believe you’re still
subconscious about your abs.”
“You didn’t grow
up a fat kid.” I grabbed the empty
glasses and took them to the kitchen. It
gave me a few seconds to suppress the baggage my childhood always brought up. I was trying to ease her pain tonight, not
dwell in my neuroses.
Returning, I said,
“I know you’re teasing. It’s fine. So what did you do this weekend while I had
“Just got home
from looking at lights off Birch.”
wandered for lights? Dude.”
Shrugged. “Didn’t know it’s a thing.”
“It’s totally a thing. There’s even a show
called The Great Christmas Light Fight.” She pressed buttons on her phone. “Here, watch this.” The screen was pushed into my face.
“Easy, you’ll make
me cross-eyed.” I moved the phone back
to where I could focus and saw a YouTube video.
Tapped the play button on something called Wizards of Winter.
close to watch it with me, her breast pressing into my arm. Our sides were pressed together down to the
knees—how was I supposed to focus on a video?
She had no idea what she’d done to me from the moment I caught a box
slipping from her tiny hands and saw her face for the first time. Green eyes and black lashes in a canvas of
ivory. Her hair had been pulled into a
messy bun, but I got the full glory of its black silk the following day when
she left for an appointment. The color
seemed natural, but I’d never know for sure.
Dree’s string of boyfriends had put me in the Friend
Zone, permanently left standing on the sidelines to keep my interest to
myself. Tonight was no different—she
needed a friend, not a guy with palms that broke into sweat every time she
smiled at him.