A Night with Ms. Grinch

by Lauren Lacey

“God, this is better than sex.” “That depends on who you’re having it with,”

The older ladies at church say he reminds them of that actor from the Bible movie, the one who made them repent twice.

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“Clearly you’ve been spending too much time alone with your creativity.” “You could easily fix that for me,” he says quietly, his voice dropping an octave that makes my knees weak even though I’m sitting down. “The alone part.” He repeats it slowly, like he wants me to feel it.

“You don’t have to answer. I already know you’re mine.”

“But unwrapping you would be the best Christmas gift ever.”