My Professor's Dirty Little Secret
she began, rummaging through my pantry, “Dalton invited you to Christmas with his family?”
I nodded, a shy smile tugging at my lips. “Yeah. He asked a few nights ago. I said yes.”
Lila froze, spinning on her heel with a dramatic gasp. “You’re meeting the family?! Oh my God, that’s huge. Like, borderline engagement huge.”
I blushed. “Stop. It’s just Christmas.”
“‘Just Christmas,’” Lila repeated, mock-offended. “Honey, Christmas is where moms judge your outfit, sisters size you up, and stepdads try to be cool but end up saying something awkward about politics. You can’t just wing Christmas.”