Nuestro cuento de Navidad

It already smells like Christmas. Literally. Two booksellers on opposite sides of the street. Mutual attraction. A battle to make this Christmas the most unforgettable. Diego: I only work with her. I kissed her because I wanted to. I've helped her. She's helped me. That's all. So why is it so hard for me to breathe? Matilda: If I could get rid of this fear that's holding me back, I would kiss him. This terror of the consequences, of the future, of feeling too much, of the unknown… They are enveloped by that kind of electrifying energy that has been building up for days, that silence that screams what they have both been pretending doesn't exist for weeks, and what they don't want with all their hearts.