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I do not kiss girls with boyfriends.
Even if she wants me to.
Even if I want to.
I do not kiss girls with boyfriends.
Even if she wants me to.
Even if I want to.
And I want to.
But she has a boyfriend.
Only it’s worse than that.
She’s faking a boyfriend.
Need some holiday cheer? Let Sabrina bake you some Christmas cookies and listen to Grinch Charming grumble his way into your heart. And hers.
Need some holiday cheer? Let Sabrina bake you some Christmas cookies and listen to Grinch Charming grumble his way into your heart. And hers.
When the mistletoe pops up all over town, and a dying man makes a final request, priorities will refocus. The mistletoe always wins.
But will it win too late?
SABRINA:
Oliver Finch Gordon is equal parts scowly with a touch of stormy broodiness, and charming with a touch of sweetness. A deadly combo. He pretends to hate my cookies while stealing them off the kitchen counter. He glares at the townspeople but helps Miss Charlotte with her leaky roof for free. All while wearing flannel, wielding a hammer, and making gifts with his own hands. Deadly to my freedoms indeed.
Who wouldn’t fake a boyfriend to keep a guy like that from kissing you in front of two crackling fires while the world’s best romcom plays in the background?
No? That’s just me? Super.
OLIVER:
She’s faking a boyfriend to keep her distance. That should be all the red flags I need. I’ve had my fill of changeable women. But what I can’t figure out is that if she’s so against relationships, why does she keep feeding me cookies and dinner, forcing me to watch holiday chick flicks, and fitting so perfectly into my arms?
I guess it’s normal for a woman to avoid relationships with men they’re attracted to and enjoy being with.
No? That’s just Sabrina? Great.
Hi, I'm Clover!
Hi, I'm Clover!
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Want to know more? Keep reading:
Horror novels. Clover Clements discovered her love of words with horror novels.
Horror novels. Clover Clements discovered her love of words with horror novels.
It doesn’t quite seem right, does it? She and her family moved from California to Utah when she was twleve, and as the new girl in town with no friends, moving within walking distance of the city library was no accident. That’s how monsters and books snuck into her life. The monsters got old, but the books never left.
While she found companionship and escape with the gruesome at first—thank you, Christopher Pike—she found a home and kindred spirits within the pages of Louisa May Alcott’s Little Women. Jo March was it for her. Since then, she’s wanted ink stains on her fingers from writing, just like Jo. She laments that computers are so tidy!
She now lives in Utah with her husband, their five children and dog, her plants, and her personal library.
Family, oxygen, and books. That’s really all you need!
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