The walk was surprisingly warm, probably because of the alcohol. When he reached her place, she answered on the first knock, a nervous smile on her lips. "Uh, hey."

"Hey." He shoved the plastic bag toward her. "Merry Christmas."

She stared at the offering as if it might bite. "Is that a."

"Christmas present?" He grinned. "Yeah. I know the wrapping sucks. My mom already gave me hell for it."

She took it gingerly, her festive red and green nails sparkling. ...