Do you need help with anything? he asked with a wicked arched brow. Maybe with cookies for Santa.Scowling because no one was here but us, I said, You're a bit late for that. Santa already came.He hadn't moved, but I knew better than to think he would. Flynn was a pro at filling the bubble air space that was meant to be private and personal. And were you a good girl? he asked.Awkwardly folding my arms over my chest, I said, Not sure, I haven't checked. But you needn't look. We all know you are all bad.Laughing, he said, Yeah, well, there are other things worth unwrapping.Grinding my teeth, I asked, What, you didn't get your Ho, Ho, Ho, last night?Tossing back another full belly laugh, he said, You know you're kind of funny when you want to be.
~ Shannon Dermott
