To: Cassiope@gomail.com
From: Ash10@gomail.com
Subject: Ash's dating status: DOA
Cass,
This town doesn't have much, but it does have at least one hot guy. I mean, it also has a lot of men without all of their teeth, but this one has all his teeth and he is gorgeous.
He's tall, strong, and rugged. He's got wonderfully thick, curly, chestnut hair with just a hint of blond that's finger combed on the top, just pushing the limits of being slightly too long. It's begging me to run my fingers through it. He's got just enough scruff to be soft instead of scratchy (I'm assuming), but not enough to be a wild beard. He was wearing a flannel and jeans, and it made me WEAK. If I didn't have an overwhelming attraction-induced dry mouth, I would have been drooling.
We both volunteered at a Thanksgiving dinner today, which means unless he's there for court ordered community service, he's got a good heart. He would be perfect if he wasn't so grumpy. But... in his defense, that may have been my fault.
I accidentally soaked his arm. Absolutely sopping wet, and by that time there were no dry towels to help him. I wanted the floor to open up so I could disappear. It was mortifying.
He didn't really say much. I tried to apologize but he just brushed me off saying "it's fine" in a tone I am very familiar with. It was definitely not fine. I got fine'd by one of the finest looking men in this town. He barely even used words. It was mostly just grunting. But not like, good grunting.
He never even told me his name. My powers of deduction say his name is Rowan. He does not like me. In fact, he GLOWERED at me.
Why am I such a trainwreck? I need you here with me. Save me from myself. I can't be trusted in society without you.
Wallowing in self pity and scared to show my face outside these walls again,
Ash
YOU ARE READING
Can't Love Christmas
RomanceA young woman tries to escape her past by moving to a new town and bets a renowned Christmas-hating local that she can get him to fall in love with Christmas. 85-90,000 words
