Single and Ready to Jingle

by Piper Rayne

Watching what is normally a confident, capable, hot-as-hell man struggle to stay upright on the ice has to be God’s way of evening the playing field for the rest of us.

“I’m indifferent to gift giving. You already know I think Christmas is overcommercialized. But I agree with the sentiment that if you find something you know someone else will love, it’s a good feeling to give it to them. I just don’t think you should be under any obligation to find something for someone. Why buy something for someone just so you can check it off a list, not because it was truly heartfelt?”

But none of them makes me feel anything more than being with Kenzie already does. My heart has been kick-started, it just has nothing to do with Christmas.

It’s official—I’m a goner. I’m a total simp for this woman. At this point, I’d probably enter a gingerbread-house-making competition and dress up as Santa if she asked me to.

Jesus, I feel like such a wanker.

Tessa: You’d better get some dick this weekend otherwise I’ll be personally offended that you ditched me for your birthday.

I picture him wrapped in a white towel, shirtless, beads of water running down his muscular chest, and leaning in to drag the razor over his face. I’ve always thought there’s something innately sexy about watching a man shave.

I think what she realized before me was that things were easy because neither of us had that ‘I have to have you or I’ll die’ feeling for the other. And I think that’s what you need to make it through the tough times. Otherwise, you’ll just dust your hands off and let the relationship go when things get tough.”

“You want me to play Santa. Me? A man who doesn’t even like Christmas?”

“I’ll have you know, I’ve never wanted to bang Santa in all my life, regardless of how much I love Christmas.”