“So much for one more night,” I mutter, shoving my hands in my pockets. “You can do one more day, Ol,” Hunter encourages. “Christmas is two weeks away. No big deal.” “Just until Christmas?” “Well, at least until after Christmas with my mom.” “Right. Christmas Day.” Hunter opens his truck door for me. “Think you can stand hanging with me until then?” I roll my eyes. “Please. Like that’ll be hard.” It’ll only be hard if I can’t get my feelings for Hunter under control.
