And then he laughed so hard that I shook along with him. “I forgot,” he managed between his deep giggles, “about the pickle pouch.” And sure enough, his hand emerged with the not-so-little beige pouch he’d been wearing for our sleigh scene. The sheer ridiculousness of the moment slammed into me, and I was giggling too; here we were on Santa’s chair, in our red velvet costumes, our sexcapade helped by fire-prone snow machines and hindered by pickle pouches, and oh my God, this was the most fun I’d ever had in my entire life. This moment, this movie. These last few weeks with Kallum.
