I flopped down on the bed in my hotel room. We were practically grounded for the whole week we were in New York. Was this still going to be the perfect Christmas? There went all the dinner dates, shopping days, and meet and greets that were planed during our visit to the big apple. Great.
Then, there was a knock on my door. It was Joe.
“Hey, he said.
“Hi,” I said.
“Nick wanted me to ask what you want for Christmas,”.
“Why won’t he ask me himself?”
“He’s not allowed out of his hotel room, remember?”
“Oh yeah,”.
“So? What’s it gonna be?”
“I don’t know. What does he want?”
“I don’t know if I’m supposed to tell you this,”.
“What? Tell me please!”
“All he wants is the perfect Christmas with you. And a kiss, I guess. He’s too mushy!” I smiled. I didn’t mind guys being mushy.
“Awww, he’s so sweet!”
“So you want candy!”
“No.”
“What gives?” Joe got up and left as I plopped down on the bed again. I wasn’t tired so I wasn’t going to bed. It was one in the morning, though. All I really wanted was th perfect Christmas…