“I’d expect nothing less.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Might even cheat at Twister.”
“I’m okay with that too.”
“So what are younotokay with?”
He tilted his head, pretending to think. “Hating Valentine’s Day?”
“What about St. Patrick’s Day?”
He shrugged. “I could take it or leave it.”
“New Year’s?” She squinted.
He scrunched his face. “We can’t possibly hate on the one holiday that guarantees a kiss at midnight.”
“Well, you know New Year’s is in a week…” She tilted her head back. “We should practice a little more.”
His stomach flipped. “Well, I’m definitely okay withthat.”
“Merry Christmas, Nick.” She smiled up into his eyes.
He paused, only a breath away from her lips. “Happy birthday, Holly Berry.” Then he kissed her.
Best. Christmas. Ever.
Epilogue
Two Years Later
Christmas Afternoon
Me:
Just your annual reminder my husband is hotter than your husband.
Piper:
Holly, youknowI’m not married.
Highly recommend. 10/10.
So you’re going to continue this annual text are you?
Deal with it.
I’m happy you’re happy. You deserve it—even if you did abandon me to live happily ever after.
Hey, I tried to introduce you to my cousin at the wedding.
He was married.
Not that one! The short one.
Right now, my only hope is that I kinda hate Valentine’s Day. Irrationally despising a holiday worked out well for you.
Highly recommend. 10/10.
