Christmas Story 4

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"You're Colombian?" I asked. Effortlessly we moved around each other, one grabbing the chicken, the other stirrring the vegetables.

"Yeah a little on my moms side." He nodded.

"Can you speak Spanish?"

"A tiny. And because I know you'll ask. Eres más de lo que pensaba." He said in Spanish. I was utterly confused considering I only know hola and adios.

"What does that mean?" I asked.

"Learn Spanish and find out." He smirked. He turned back to his mix and asparagus and brussels sprouts. I watched his side with a odd look before turning back to my food. What the hell is going on with me? It's been awhile since I've had sex and honestly Angelo is good looking but I still shouldn't be feeling this way about him. Feeling like I want to jump on him. I've never felt this strong feeling in my gut with Kacy. I mean I liked him and the sex was okay and we had it often but for some reason around Angelo it's different. I've never been able to be myself this fast in front of someone, an asshole of an stranger.

We finally finished in a comfortable silence. Angelo followed behind me carrying platters into the family dining room. Everyone cheered as we walked in with mutiple dishes of food for the rehearsal dinner.

"Thank you Carter." My cousin moaned stuffing her face with chicken. "I love you."

"Close you mouth when you eat nasty." I glared at her. She stuck up the middle finger and kept eating.

"This is delicious son." My dad nodded looking at the good. "I just can't believe your fella didn't die cooking in the kitchen with you."

"Yeah I mean we can't even step foot in there when you cook." My sister nodded.

"Oh yeah, we just have a partnership that works I guess." I looked at Angelo. I was just as confused because what they are saying is true. I hate when someone is in the kitchen with me as I cook, it annoys me to no end. I hate moving around people, telling them what their doing wrong, the whole process. With Angelo he just knows and moves with ease around me. He knows what I need and surprisingly knows how to cook pretty well.

"Wow you guys really seem to love each other." Alejandro said with an amazing wonderful handsome smile. The guy is gorgeous honestly.

"Oh uh, yeah we uh." I stuttered.

"Of course I love him." Angelo grabbed my hand that was on the table. He brought it up to his lips and gave it a peck. Even though it was the most corniest thing and I had to hold in laughter I still felt butterflies.

"Ugh it's my wedding, we're the only cute couple this weekend." My cousin glared as she grabbed Daniel.

*~*~*

"So this is it, this how I gotta sleep for doing you a favor?" Anglo grumbled from the floor.

"Well it's my room." I sighed.

"But I'm out there lying to yo nice ass parents, and selling the lie more than you. I should get the bed. Plus I'm the guest, have some manners." He countered.

"Your also an asshole so where does that place you?" I glared.

"Knocking on yo parents door and apologizing for being an liar." I groaned but scooted over.

"Come on you fucking blackmailing ass." I patted an line in the bed. "Stay over there." I glared once he got in the bed.

"Thank you roomie." He teased me getting under the covers.

Today was stressful and weird. I mean I started my day worried about lying to everyone about having an boyfriend and I'm ending the day laying next to my fake boyfriend. I crashed my car, been kissed more then two times and liked all of them, lied to my parents, pretty sure Kacy was mad because Angelo made sure he caught us laughing close to each other.

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