It was the weekend before Christmas and the whole world was on countdown.
Except for me.
Last Christmas, I met a boy.
Last Christmas, we made a pact.
Christmas would never be the same.
Life would never be the same...
Please note that this is a short story, not a full length novel. It is a standalone and is intended to be a quick, fun and flirty read.
Maybe it was the alcohol but I was enjoying whatever this was and I didn't want it to stop. There was an electricity in the air and I felt more alive than I had in a long time.
"Close your eyes for a second"
"Is this one of your moves? Are you going to kiss me?"
"No. WHEN I kiss you, I want your eyes open. I want to look at you and know that you're feeling what I'm feeling."