Page 100 of UnLucky Christmas
“I was just thinking that Christmas is almost officially over,” I tell him. “December 26th is the saddest day of the year.”
He laughs.
“What?”
“You sound like Macy,” he exclaims. “She says the same thing.”
“It’s true. We spend months and weeks planning and preparing, and then it’s over in an instant.”
He shrugs. “At least you still have New Year’s to look forward too.”
I turn my body to face him.
“Speaking of that, you didn’t say anything when Macy mentioned the party.”
“That’s because I’m not sure I want to go,” he replies.
I’m reminded we haven’t discussed spending New Year’s together, I just assumed because of the way things have been progressing between us.
“I understand,” I say.
He sighs. “I’m sorry. I’m sure you want to go.”
I know Macy expects us there, but I don’t care either way as long as I can spend the holiday with him.
“I don’t want to be keep you from going,” he adds. “And I can guarantee sweet Chad would be thrilled if I skip it.”
He doesn’t want to keep me from going. Huh. Does that mean we won’t ring in the New Year together? Maybe that doesn’t matter to him anyway.
I shift my focus to the road ahead and lean back against the headrest.
“I had a good time today,” he says, changing the subject. “You have a really great family. You’re very lucky.”
“Yes, I know,” I agree. “Obviously they really like you too.”
As we continue to chat about the events of the day, my mind is swirling with different thoughts. I have no doubt Grant and I have strong feelings for each other, but should we slow it down a bit? Things have been moving at lightning speed, and what if it’s too fast for both of us?
My eyes start to get heavy, and when I open them, I see that we’re in front of my building.
“Hey. We’re home,” Grant says, rubbing my arm.
I blink a few times. “Oh, sorry I fell asleep.”
We walk inside, and I’m immediately greeted by Dasher. I pick him up and give him a gentle squeeze. I yawn widely.
“Wow. I guess I’m more tired than I realized.”
He presses his lips together. “I should probably let you get some sleep. I know it was an emotional day for you.”
I assume that means he’s going home. I try to hide my disappointment.
“Yes, it was.”
He comes toward me and pulls me into a hug. We both cling to each to each other tightly. I’m mentally begging him to stay, but I don’t say anything out loud.
His brings his lips to the top of my head, and I close my eyes as he kisses me. He pets Dasher and then heads toward the door. Just as I’m about to stop him he turns around.
“What’s wrong, Whitney?”
