Once Upon a Christmas Tree (The Valentine Nook #0.5)

by Lulu Moore

I’m reminded of those nature shows; he’s an apex predator about to devour his kill. That’s what I am. Kill. I am dead. I have died.

It’s almost like Saylor is waiting for me. “Oh man, Havey. Your English crumpet has it baaad.”

My dick’s been ruined by an American Christmas Tree farmer. Go figure.

And that’s that. My Christmas fling has flung. I get through the rest of the day on autopilot; serving customers, thanking the participants, announcing the winners, and presenting the check. And in between, I try not to cry.

But Haven…no, not Haven. I don’t want to share her with anyone. She’s mine. No one gets to see her how I see her.