WMC FF

(12/27 – Lindsay’s POV) It wasn’t the almost kissing Cindy that was the issue. Not anymore. That was done. She was past that part of it. What was completely distressing now was the fact that when she thought back to that moment, which seemed to be her most recurring thought over the past two days,…

(12/26 – Cindy’s POV) It had been quite some time since someone had come at Cindy with what appeared to be a kissing advance. So, maybe, just maybe, she’d forgotten what they looked like. Maybe, just maybe, that wasn’t Lindsay’s intention at all. Maybe she’d been coming after a hug. A hug wouldn’t have been…

(12/25 – Lindsay’s POV) Cindy looked like a little kid. When Lindsay turned from the entryway with the envelope that she’d neglected to remove from her jacket pocket and put under the tree, Cindy was standing there with an infectious grin and both hands behind her back. “Is something going to jump out at me…

(12/25 – Cindy’s POV) Christmas morning was so quiet that Cindy thought, once again, she might be waking to an empty apartment. At the very least, she expected to be alone in the living room. But Lindsay was right there, leaning against the back of the sofa, gazing out the window. Cindy could barely see…

(12/24 – Lindsay’s POV) Lindsay only wanted to make something edible for dinner. She’d slept most of the day away and when she had gotten up, Cindy was in the middle of a phone call explaining to her mother the reason she wouldn’t be over on Christmas. Or at least reciting her made up excuse…