A FILTHY Christmas
We have a mutual hatred for two things:
Christmas. And our exes.
So
what happens when we end up celebrating Christmas and having to face
our exes? We make a deal. We fake a relationship to make everyone else
jealous. That fake relationship leads to a 'friends with benefits' kind
of agreement.
He's a rock star.
I'm a backup singer.
We've both dealt with this before.
This should be simple. But it's not.
Forget Christmas. Forget our exes.
Remember the time spent in bed... and the way he looks at me after...
Ah,
shoot. I broke the cardinal rule of getting mixed up with a rock star.
Which is this: Do NOT fall for a rock star. Ever. No matter what. Ever.
I was never good at following rules anyway...
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