She ditches the flannel pants since it's warm enough without them and gets into bed, expecting Mike or someone else join in her room for the night. But the house goes quiet and she's not bothered. Apparently the floor is more comfortable than the cot in her room. Celine closes her eyes and thinks of Rene wrapped around her again. It would be a Christmas miracle, but she's too old to believe in that now, isn't she? Two knocks on her door make her roll her eyes. "Don't worry, I'm in bed. I'll get some sleep, Mom." Rene chuckles. "You better." Celine gasps, then jumps out of bed, running to the door. She opens it and pulls Rene in. She locks the door and faces him, shocked and happy and too many things to feel at once. Beforeanother word can pass, she jumps into his arms, hugging him tightly and breathing him in. She's missed him, his smell, the way he holds her, all of it. "I love you so much." "I love you too." He kisses her temple. "I hate spending so long apart." "Nothing about this is easy, is it, Mr. Angelil?" Celine asks as she draws back a little. Rene rubs across her cheek and slides his hand into her hair as she leans into his touch. He smiles slightly. "I think I know what will help that sad face." Before she can ask, he leans in and kisses her. Heat rips through her until she feels like she's either going to melt into the floor or bob like an overly hot Christmas light. His tongue teases her lips until she opens and welcomes him in. They kiss long and deep, slow and fast – every way they've needed to kiss since the last time they got to. It's dozens of hellos, goodbyes, I love yous, and I need yous. And Celine can't take it. Her whole body craves him like a drug and kissing isn't enough. Her arms slide aroundhis neck and tighten.
