Later On We'll Conspire (Christmas Escape)

by Kortney Keisel

It’s like eating Mexican food on December twenty-third. You know you have days and meals of Christmas ham and turkey ahead, so you eat Mexican food to balance it all out. Park is my Christmas chimichanga, and the relationship rules are the antacids that protect my heart from getting burned.

Park points to Nicholas’s crotch, where the drop of acid burned through everything. “Is it too soon to crack a joke about chestnuts roasting on an open fire?”