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cold snow hitting me in the face assure me that I was very much awake and was holding the precious girl in my arms.
    With my heart full, I trudged through the snow with my bundle in my arms. I wanted to scream and shout, dance in the snow. Call everyone and tell them that dreams were real.
    I had the dumbest grin on my face as I made my way back to the chalet. I'll do all of that later, right now I had to get my Xmas miracle to wake up.
    I didn't know it would feel like this. What I expected I don't know, but I certainly hadn't expected this feeling of possessiveness and warmth, and the whole slew of emotions that I'd never felt before.
    There were tears gathered in the corners of my eyes as I finally breached the door and took my precious cargo over to the couch.
    I don’t know how long I knelt there at her side, just taking her in. I was afraid to blink, or do anything else lest she disappear.
    “Are you going to wake up for me baby?” I rubbed some heat into her hands before turning to the old worn boots and removing them from her cold feet.
    I don’t know why the sight of the scuffed shoes with holes in the bottoms should piss me off, but they did. I looked at her face and felt a pang in my chest.
    First the broken down car that had to be older than either of us, and now this. It told a tale that I didn’t like, but I had to put that off along with the million and one questions I had to ask her.
    "Let's just get you out of these wet things love." We were both soaked clear through by the heavy snow, and I was starting to feel the affects.
    I was just a little worried about the bump on her head but her breathing was even and her color wasn't off except from the cold.
    I was as gentle as I could be as I removed her coat. She was bundled in a mountain of clothes, at least two sweaters and jeans.
    I eased off her socks next to make sure her feet were dry. When I was through removing her clothes down to one sweater and one pair of jeans, I left her long enough to stoke the fire and turn up the thermostat, before returning to her.
    Looking down at her I could finally see that beautiful face that had been haunting me for the past few weeks.
    She was still the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen in my life; only this was no girl lying here. The twin mounds under her sweater showed her to be all woman.
    Fuck Cavanaugh, she's hurt and you're getting a boner? I went to get a wet cloth in the bathroom to tend her, castigating myself the whole way for my unruly thoughts and misbehaving body.
    I knelt down beside her and tried to coax her awake, wiping the blood from her temple gently, as I held her head in my hand.
    I removed the cap from her hair and felt my breath hitch as the waterfall of dark silk fell over my hands. “Oh baby.” Fuck she was gorgeous, even more so than I remembered.
    "Julian." Again my eyes jumped to hers but they were still closed. Why did she keep sighing my name like that? Had she been coming here to find me? Was it at all possible that she had been dreaming the same way I had?
    "I'm right here Christina, open your eyes and see me. Come on sweetheart open them." I dried her hair in between stealing kisses and warming up her lips that were no longer looking blue.
    “Come on sweetheart, open those eyes, I need to see you.”
    They flew open and right into mine. I took the punch to the gut. Sweet fuck I don't remember her eyes being that gorgeous.
    "Hello baby, welcome home."

Chapter 8
     
    Her eyes welled up with tears and she tried to sit up. "No baby stay there I need to have a look at your head."
    "Is it really you?" Her voice was soft and shaky as she reached out her hand for my cheek.
    "Yes baby, it's me." I kissed her palm while my heart raced and my head swam. It all came flooding back, all those summers spent together, up until the last one when we'd fallen in love.
    Nothing had changed I still wanted her, only now instead of the lust of a teenaged boy I felt the yearning of a man. "Don't cry sweet