Lena's POV God, if Thanksgiving was playing with fire, Christmas was straight out of hell, I thought we would learn our lesson, like be smarter or sneakier. But we didn't. The second I saw Peter pull up to my parent's house in his truck, that familiar aching, I realised my body missed him. He stepped out in a blue sweater that hugged his chest. The jeans didn't help in hiding how hard he already was for this game. He shot me that smirk through the window. Such a pervert. I was done for. The house was even busier than the last time. The snowstorm didn't help. It kept everyone inside, cousins snuggled closely on the couches, kids eating sugar cookies in the corner, the tree blinking. Yay, it was Christmas. We exchanged gifts, played cards, and of course I won. I had to do everything to impress him. I spent the whole evening hyper-aware of him: The way he laughed, cutting through the noise, stealing, glancing at me like a prey. By dinner, I was expecting my red velvet dress feeling
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