I wish last night ever happened. I wish I would never have volunteered to drive Ian home. Which is stupid because by wishing that meant I wished I could stay in denial of how great everything was; that Ian did it all because he actually liked me. But that's crazy, right? – To have a man like me for me. Who shuts down a whole rink, buys a Christmas tree, and brings back the spirit of Christmas in a house that it was killed in. He revived it, and I will always be grateful to him for that, but anything else I had felt for him vanished. It was time to leave.
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Love Letter
ChickLitLynne meets a man on the way home for the Holidays on a bus; if she only knew where that bus ride would lead she may have never left in the first place. Romance.
