Nathanael - present
“What are your plans for Christmas?”
I jerk out of my trance, looking at Baxter, who stares at me with big eyes while he must be oblivious to how he just made the little blood I have in my veins freeze.
If you can even call it blood.
“I beg your pardon?” I ask, flabbergasted, wondering how he can speak when he shouldn’t even be able to move on his own accord.
Letting go of the cup, I halt, holding my hand still open while he blinks expectantly. “Well…it was a stupid question, sorry. I just thought that maybe beloveds would spend such a day together.”
He lowers his gaze, my heart catapulting against my chest as he blushes. “But I don’t even know if you celebrate it.”
My mind fills with pictures of Christmas days he must have passed with his family, but also
