Page 34 of Matchmaking Under the Mistletoe

Lizzie: COME ON MILLS! I NEED TO KNOW!

Shaking my head at her antics, I debate making her wait before telling her the truth, but gosh I need to talk to someone about all of this.

“I’ll be right back,” Brian says, and I look up to realize we’re already parked in front of City Hall.

He leans over and kisses me before jumping out, and I turn back to my phone, typing.

Me: Ummmmm…

Lizzie: Bitch I swear to God if you don’t spill…

Me: We slept together last night…

Me: Liz, it was fucking incredible.

Me: And then he woke me up this morning and took me to pick out a Christmas tree since I mentioned when I got here that Allen never let me decorate.

Me: And last but not least, he told me that I’m the first woman he’s hooked up with in YEARS…

Lizzie: SIS…

Lizzie: I mean this in the most respectful way possible…

Lizzie: If you don’t fucking marry that man, I will.

Lizzie: Okay, not really, you know I’m more of a city girl. But really, OH MY GOD!!!

Lizzie: There’s a lot here to unpack…

As I read her texts, I finally try to make sense of the events over the last twenty-four hours. Everything has been incredible, but I still don’t really know what we’re doing. I know Brian said he was serious, but what does that look like? And for how long? He said we would talk after the holidays, so he could be planning to try to let me down easy after the gala. Here I am thinking I’m in love with him, but what if he’s just being nice to make sure I don’t leave before the events are finished.

Me: TELL ME ABOUT IT.

Me: I like him so much, but what if he decides it’s not worth the trouble after the holidays. He said we would talk after Christmas, but we haven’t even discussed if Deer Valley Inn wants to keep me on after the gala.

Me: I feel like we’re living in a fantasy right now, and I don’t know what I’ll do if he comes to his senses and ends things. I mean, he’s my boss and we’re living together…

Lizzie: Nope.

Lizzie: I love you sis, but we aren’t doing this.

Lizzie: Do you really think a man is gonna go six years without any on top of doing all this lover boy shit, which you totally deserve by the way, just to send you packing in a week's time. I think the fuck not.

Lizzie: There are times for us to be delusional, but this is not one of them ma’am.

Lizzie: Just try not to think too hard about it and enjoy the time with him. We’ll worry about what comes next when we get there.

I smile at her text, feeling myself start to calm down a bit. The more I think about it, I have to admit she’s probably right. And even if Brian decides he doesn’t want me to stay, it won’t be the first time I have to start over. So really, what’s the harm in enjoying some earth-shattering orgasms in the meantime.

Me: I guess you’re right.

Lizzie: Of course I am *eye roll*

Me: Gah, you’re so humble…

Lizzie: Yeah, yeah. Anyway, back to the important stuff. So… the sex… Tell me everything.

Lizzie: Please tell me Mr. Mayor finally gave you an orgasm… or three…

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