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While we're add it, let's throw in a sneak peak! Just cause I'm in such a positive mood lol 😆

An excerpt from the infamous Buckley-Han Christmas Party™️ 🌲🎅🏼⭐️

The temperature difference slams into me when I’m back inside. The already-too-warm house now has the added body heat of dozens of party guests. By night’s end I’ll have to head out back again, just to be able to breathe. I tuck the two bottles under my arm so I can roll my sleeves up and begin the slow journey back up the hall. Buck and I separated when we arrived: he took off in search of Triple D while I went on the hunt for drinks. Who knows how far he could have wandered? Peeking my head into each room, I scan the crowd for his easiest identifier: a head that sticks up higher than everyone else’s.

He’s in the living room. Catching sight of the familiar head of blond curls, something tugs in my belly. Some invisible tether buried deep within that yanks me into the room and drags me to his side. Someone, thankfully, has turned the TV down to a low murmur, allowing the room to turn into a gathering spot of sorts. Buck’s at the end of the couch with Diana, Daisy and Doris lined up next to him. The women are dressed to the nines in elaborate and colorful outfits and are regaling the room with some adventure they had in their youth. Every seat is occupied; from Bobby and Micheal in folding chairs near the couch, to Maddie and Athena occupying the armchairs, with a glass of wine and a cocktail respectively, to Karen and Hen, taking up residence on the hearth, holding hands and snickering quietly to themselves. Linda, Sue and a few unfamiliar faces are spaced throughout the room on footstools and oversized cushions and more folding chairs. Jee-Yun and Emma have settled in here too, sitting on the floor near the tree and playing with dolls quietly - for now.

Buck’s fingers brush against mine as he grabs his lager, sparks shooting up my arm at the touch. When I move to step away, though, the man frowns, his smile dropping so fast it’s almost comical. Diana gives us a side-eyed glance before scooching herself closer to Daisy without comment. When she’s settled, there’s a spot on the cushion big enough for me and I can feel the weight of her glare every second I hesitate. 

Carefully, I sit down, pressing against Buck from shoulder to knee. Diana’s glare intensifies, sending a shiver down my spine when the red solo cup in her hand is jostled. Why is she so terrifying? It’s a tight squeeze, even with the narrow frames of the three older women, but truthfully, there’s nowhere else I’d rather be. Buck is warm and solid against me as he slides his fingers over my knee, squeezing. 

“..claimed he was a naval officer!” Daisy cries. “If he was an officer then I was the Queen of Sheba!”

The room erupts in laughter. Buck’s no exception, tossing his head back where it bounces and comes to a rest against my shoulder. Cutting my eyes over to him, I find those cerulean irises already on me. “Hi,” he whispers with a grin so soft it has the cacophony of the party around me fading away. 

“Hi,” I whisper back, unable to look away. Honey, sticky and sweet climbs up my chest and into my throat. His eyes are bright and happy, crinkling at the edges from his upturned lips. 

“Did you see Chris?”

“Holding court by the firepit.” I focus on the bottle getting warmer and warmer in my hand. It’s too early to drown in his stupid, pretty eyes. Buck tracks the pine green bottle as it moves to my lips, stares at my mouth as I sip, watches the bob of my Adam’s apple while I swallow. His gaze is heavy and heated and I wouldn’t be surprised if there’s steam rising off my face; my body heat rises notch by notch as he licks his lips, meeting my eyes again. 

“Ugh,” groans Maddie. “Get a room!” 

Something smacks against my cheek, causing me to jerk back. Looking down to my lap, I locate the offending item: It’s a drink coaster, red and white with the Fair Isle pattern Maddie seems so fond of. Pouting, I look up in search of the culprit. 

“Oops, my bad,” says Maddie, giggling. She lifts her wine glass, hiding her grin as she takes a sip. 

“Rude!” Buck grabs the coaster from my hand and tosses it back the way it came. His sister yelps, nearly spilling her wine as she ducks out of the way. 

“These two, huh?” comments Diana. “You’d think after five years they’d be capable of controlling themselves.”

A chill runs down my spine at the words. Suddenly, I remember that we told Triple D a completely different story about us than the one Buck’s family heard. It’s a fight to keep my face neutral as I turn back to the blond. He lifts his eyebrows at my wide and probably crazed eyes. Hopefully they’re conveying that he cannot leave their side for one single second tonight. We’ve almost made it through the week, we cannot get caught in a lie now! He squeezes my knee in what I hope is agreement to stay with the ladies. 

Hen snorts across the room. “If you listen to Chim, they have no self control whatsoever.” 

The comment has me scoffing, remembering the pettiness of the party meeting. “Well, maybe, after so many years of controlling ourselves, we just don’t want to anymore.” Emphasizing my point, I toss a leg over Buck’s, just like I did this morning. His hand barely moves, fingers still squeezing the curve of my knee. With the eyes of the room on us, I reach over to knit our fingers together. 

Buck watches the performance with a fond expression that has me almost choking on the cloying mess bubbling in my chest. He leans forward slowly, planting a kiss to the spot just below my ear. The press of his lips is dry and warm and I can’t breath, can’t think, can’t move. My rigidness has Buck huffing a laugh against my neck. Warm, humid air spreads over my skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. He kisses a second time, smacking his lips wetly against my skin.

Whatever’s happening on my face has Maddie giggling again. She snaps a photo on her phone, looking a little manic. I don’t like the look in her eyes one bit, all mischievous and calculating. “I already told you to get a room, don’t make me say it again.” 

“Yeah, no PDA unless you’re under some mistletoe.” Hen’s voice fades as she inches into Karen’s space until her lips are too preoccupied to keep talking. Karen gives in to the kiss with an eye roll that tells me she’s just as helpless, just as desperate, just as in love with her wife as her wife is with her. After a moment she giggles, pushing Hen away.

Karen reaches up, curling a fist in the collar of her wife’s ugly Christmas sweater. The lights of the tree catch the diamond on her finger, sparkling. “You better go find some mistletoe if you wanna kiss me like that,” she says, voice breathy and soft. 

“What, no one’s gonna throw something at them?” Buck asks, voice dripping with exaggerated offense as he pulls back. “At least we’re not making out over here,” he adds, grumbling under his breath. 

Neither my body nor my brain has recovered yet, so I say nothing, sipping at my lager again for a distraction. If my hand shakes a little as I lift the bottle, well, that’s nobody’s business but my own.

So, I have some OCs. I love Diana, Daisy, and Doris- Triple D, as Buck lovingly calls them- with my whole entire heart and if anyone ever says anything mean about them I will cry 🥺🥺🥺

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