Through My Window(Hidalgos #1)(124)

“I need the Christmas break to come.” He runs his hand over his face. “You know what we should try?”

“We’re not having phone sex, forget it.”

“I had to try.”

“But if you behave yourself, I might send you a sexy photo,” I tell him. He gives me that cheeky grin I like so much.

“Oh, well, fair enough.”

“Christmas is a week away. I’ll stick to you like bubblegum. You know that, don’t you?”

“I love bubblegum then.”

“Are you flirting with me?”

He bites his lower lip. “Is it working?”

“It might be.”

We keep talking and I laugh at his silly attempts at flirting. So far, we’ve been fine, missing each other a lot, but we’re seeing each other at least once a month. I’m not saying it’s easy, but it’s tolerable, and it makes me think we can survive this.


When Christmas break comes, I make two steaming mugs of hot chocolate as soon as I get home. My mom is in the kitchen, and I tell her how I’m doing in the first few months of college. Afterward, I bring the mugs upstairs and carefully set them down next to me beside the bed.

It doesn’t take long until I see Ares at the window. I run to him, jump on him, and give him a desperate kiss that leaves me breathless. Those lips I love so much greet me with the same desperation. The kiss is passionate and tastes like the words I missed you. Our mouths move together in that perfect synchrony.

When we break the kiss, our breath is ragged. His beautiful blue eyes are lost in mine, and I run my fingers over his face to tangle them in his hair and kiss him again. After a while, we sit in front of the bed, each with a cup of hot chocolate in our hands. It’s starting to snow, and there are little snowflakes floating outside the window.

We clink our mugs together in a toast, and I realize it will take a lot more than distance to break what we have. He and I are in a time of change in our lives, but that won’t stop us from being together and getting through it. And I know that, when hardship comes, we will both give 100 percent to the fight. Maybe it will defeat us or maybe we will prevail, only time will tell. Even if it ends at some point, I will be able to say that I fought until the last second, until I couldn’t fight anymore, because I know he will too.

We are the witch and the Greek god after all.

The one who felt everything, and the one who felt nothing. Now we both feel more than enough.

And there, in the silence of my room, with a cup of hot chocolate in one hand and the other intertwined with his, I watch the snow fall through my window.

The End