Sophia ran the tip of her tongue over her lips. “Friends?” It was a question as much as it was a statement.
“We’ve been friends for a long time.” I took a deep breath. “I think I need to repair that friendship and make sure I’ve made it whole again before I earn the right to ask for anything else from you.”
Sophia nodded slowly. “Okay. I understand that.” She paused for a moment. “I accept your apology, Harry. I want you to be my friend again.”
Relief flooded through me. “Thank you. Thank you so much, Soph. I really—I don’t know what I’d do without you in my life. You mean everything to me.”
“I know.” She was nearly whispering. “I feel the same way. I hate being in a fight with you. Nothing in my world feels right when the two of us are mad at each other.”
“Good. I mean, not good that it didn’t feel right, but good that we’ve worked it out.” I exhaled long. I’d gotten over the first hard part, but we hadn’t navigated the more treacherous seas. I didn’t know if I should wait to move on or jump right into it now.
But as usual, Sophia was two steps ahead of me.
“So now we’ve fixed the friendship, right?” Sophia’s eyes were shining now as they gazed up at me. “We’re whole again?”
I nodded. “I hope so. I think so. But here’s the thing.” I allowed myself to stretch one hand toward her, catching a strand of her silky black hair and letting it sift over my fingers. “The problem, Soph, is that now that my eyes are open to how I feel—to how we both feel, I’m not sure I can be satisfied with only being your friend. Friendship is important,” I hurried to add. “I want that. But what if I wanted more?”
Her mouth tipped into a half-smile. “I think I’d be willing to entertain that idea. Tell me what it might look like—this friendship that’s . . . more?”
“I’d like to take you out on dates.” I slid my fingers from her hair to the side of her neck, cupping the warmth there and feeling her skittering pulse. “I’d like to hold your hand while we’re walking. I’d like to call you my girlfriend. I’d like to not have either of us worry about cuffing season again for the rest of our lives because we’re already cuffed to each other.”
She laughed softly. “That’s an interesting visual. Go on.”
“Most of all, though, I want the right to be able to do this whenever I want.” I drew her into the circle of my arms and held her close to me. Bending my head, my heart pounding so loudly that I was certain the entire town could march to its rhythm, I touched my lips to Sophia’s.
First kisses are tricky things. They can be awkward, and they can be self-conscious and even messy. But this one was not. Maybe because Sophia and I had known each other for so long—maybe because this kiss had been destined for ages—it was utter perfection.
Her head tilted, and her lips softened and parted beneath mine. Endless sparks shot out to each part of my body, setting me on fire and lighting me up like a Christmas tree. All of the agonies of decision I’d suffered became laughable in the light of the inescapable rightness of this kiss.
I’d been made to kiss this woman, and I had no doubt that she’d been born to kiss me. The only regret I had was that I’d waited so long to make this happen. I could have been enjoying her kisses all along if only I’d opened my eyes . . .
“No looking back.” As if she were reading my thoughts—and maybe she was—Sophia murmured against me. “This is the right time for us. We’re only looking forward from now on.”
And since I’d discovered long ago that arguing with this woman was an exercise in futility, I gave in and just kissed her again.
9
I want to thank all of you who have become loyal readers of The Cuffing Season. As you know, my mission was successful: I found the perfect woman, a yee of yees, and I’m cuffing myself to her not only for the season but for the rest of our lives.
Now that’s what we call a happy ending.
But wait! There’s more.
I ended the last column just before Friendsgiving Dinner, and honestly, wasn’t that the best way to fade to The End? All the best stories come to a close on a kiss.
But what happened next? Yes, I’m fully aware that you want to know that answer. Your emails and social media messages have made that abundantly clear.
I’d like to say that I swept Sophia into my arms and took her off into the sunset, making sweet love to her for hours, but the truth is that the woman had a turkey in the oven and guests arriving all too soon. So once we kissed to our hearts’ content (for the time being), she put me to work on peeling potatoes and plating up food.
Vivian, Charlie and baby Gus arrived, and there was much joy when they heard our news. Vivian insisted on taking my place in the kitchen, helping Soph, and Charlie suggested it would be good for me to get used to babies, which was how I ended up with a grinning, drooling Gus in my lap for the next thirty minutes.
But you know what? He’s a pretty great kid. I have to say, I could see myself wanting one of those someday in the future.
The DISTANT future.
About ten minutes before dinner, Preston showed up, but that was our next surprise because our boy did not arrive solo. No, friends, Preston was accompanied by a yee—specifically, by Amber, the yee who had caught his eye and stolen his heart. As we found out later, Amber had popped into the juice bar and taken back her early refusal. She told Preston that she thought maybe she could try a relationship again, as long as they take things slow. Preston is all over that. And my boy was grinning ear to ear when he saw me holding Sophia’s hand.
“We did it, Harry.” He nodded enthusiastically. “The Cuffing Season is an official success—for real this time. It’s you and Sophia, and me and Amber . . . no lonely hearts this Christmas.”
I hope that’s true. I know Sophia and I are meant to be, but I was a little worried about Amber—maybe she was just looking to be cuffed for the holidays? I can’t say at this point, but time will tell. They might have to navigate a long-distance relationship soon, because the day after Friendsgiving, our local outdoor adventure store committed to sponsoring Preston. He’s going on the circuit, starting right after the holidays.
A week after my Friendsgiving column went live, Vivian called me squealing—quietly, because it was Gus’s nap time—that a publisher was interested in my work. I now have an agent (the same one who reps Vivian) and in February, Sophia and I are taking a romantic trip to New York City to talk about selling my very first book.
Life is good, my friends. Again, thanks for taking this journey with me. I appreciate all of your encouragement and cheering—and Jake S., glad you were so excited to find an adult leisure park here in Florida that you can enjoy. You do you, boo.
This is the final edition of The Cuffing Season. Next week, Vivian’s Fifty Frogs will return. I’m grateful for the opportunity that she gave me here, and I hope you all enjoy jumping back into the frogs.
So until we meet again . . . happy holidays. And keep your eyes open: true love might be closer than you think.
“I read your last column.” Sophia snuggled closer to me on the sofa. We were sitting in her apartment, and the only lights in the entire place came from the tiny bulbs on her tree. “It was a perfect way to end things.”
“Hmmm.” I nuzzled her neck, breathing in her scent. “Do you think we’d be here, where we are now, together, if I hadn’t taken over the column when I did?”
Sophia considered that question. “I like to think we would have found our way to each other anyway, but the way things worked out . . . I don’t have any regrets. We have amazing friends, including Vivian and Charlie now. You’re on the verge of a book deal. Preston’s with Amber—”
“For as long as that lasts,” I interjected.
She rolled her eyes. “They’re happy together. They’re enjoying each other and taking it day by day—why can’t you just accept that?”
I shrugged. “Okay. Preston’s with Amber. What next?”
“I got
that sweet contract with the marketing firm based on my work with Tyla’s park . . .”
She giggled. “But it was so much fun for the rest of us . . .okay. No more Tyla talk. Although, you know, she offered us free memberships to her park.”
I glared at Sophia. “No, thank you. If you’d gotten a load of what I did, with the volleyball and the bouncing—” I shuddered. “Just no.”
“Fine. No naturist parks for us.” She sighed in contentment and rested her head on my chest. “This might possibly be the most perfect Christmas in the history of Christmases.”
I thought about all of my plans for the future, for the vision I already for the two of us . . . and how, if things went well, I planned to celebrate next Christmas with a diamond ring . . . and I smiled.
“Merry Christmas, Sophia.” I brushed my lips over her cheek. “I love you.”
“Merry Christmas, Harry,” she answered, shivering. “You better.”
The End
The Cuffing Season Play List
Of course, it’s Christmas music.
Only the best Harry approved tunes for the season!
Rockin’ Around the Christmas Tree Brenda Lee
White Christmas Bing Crosby
The Christmas Song Nat King Cole
Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas Sam Smith
It’s Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas Michael Bublé
All I Want for Christmas is You Mariah Carey
Christmastime Is Here Vince Guaraldi Trio
We Need a Little Christmas Johnny Mathis
Christmas Darlene Love
Christmas With You Johnny Cash and June Carter Cash
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The Cuffing Season Play List
About the Author
Tawdra Kandle writes romance, in just about all its forms. She loves unlikely pairings, strong women, sexy guys, hot love scenes and just enough conflict to make it interesting. Her books include new adult and adult contemporary romance; under the pen name Tamara Kendall, she writes paranormal romance, and under the pen name Tessa Kent, she writes erotic romance. Tawdra lives in central Florida with her husband, two sweet pups and too many cats. Assorted grown children and a perfect granddaughter live nearby. And yeah, she rocks purple hair.
Photo by Heather Batchelder.
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The Anti-Cinderella Chronicles
Fifty Frogs
The Anti-Cinderella
Hot Off The Press
The Anti-Cinderella Takes London
The Anti-Cinderella Conquers the World
The Cuffing Season
Love in a Small Town
Love Me Home (A LIAST Prequel)
The Last One
The First One
The Only One
The Perfect One
The Always One
The Hard One
My One and Always
The Forever One
The Love Song One
The Meant To Be One
Love in a Small Town Volume I
Love in a Small Town Volume II
Crystal Cove Romances
The Posse
The Plan
The Path
Underneath My Christmas Tree
The Problem
The Keeping Score Series
When We Were Us
Hanging By A Moment
Days of You and Me
Not Broken Anymore
Your Wildest Dreams
Sway
The Keeping Score Box Set
The Career Soldier Series
Maximum Force
Temporary Duty
Hitting the Silk
Zone of Action
Damage Assessment
Scheme of Maneuver
Evergreen
Army Blue
The Career Soldier Collection
The Perfect Dish Romances
Best Served Cold
Just Desserts
I Choose You
Just Roll With It
Books Written As Tessa Kent
Good Vibrations
More Than Words
Baby, I’m Yours
Save It For Me
Small Town Swingers
Welcome to Paradise
The Heat Is On
Fading Into You
Third Date Rule Romances
Crush
Crave
Crescendo
Tease
Tempt
Take
Tiny Bit Taboo
The Conference Taboo
The Ex In-Law Taboo
The Business Trip Taboo
The Client Taboo
Books Written as Tamara Kendall
The King Quartet (Young Adult)
Fearless
Breathless
Restless
Endless
The King Series Box Set
Serendipity
Undeniable
Stardust on the Sea
Unquenchable
The Shadow Bells
Moonlight on the Meadow
The Fox’s Wager
Recipe for Death
Death Fricassee
Unforgettable
Death A La Mode
Death Over Easy
The Recipe for Death Box Set
Age Of Aquarius
The Save Tomorrow Collection