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unzip my hoodie, revealing a pale cream bra with lace edging and a tiny bow between my breasts. I twist to the side and run my hands over the top. My nipples react and I can’t help but think how my tits look pretty stellar. If only Carter could see them.
    I have a flash of an idea and grab my phone. Among the hair product and toothpaste and curling irons, I pose and take a cheesy selfie, making sure my cleavage is front and center.
    Before I lose my nerve I text the photo with the message. “Happy Christmas Eve Eve,” and then dress.
    The text reply comes through as I’m finishing my hair. “ How good does a boy have to be to get a present like that for Christmas Eve Eve ?”
    “Very, very, very good,” I reply.
    My mouth is full of toothpaste when I hear a knock on the bedroom door.
    “Come in,” I mumble, leaning over the sink to spit and rinse my mouth. Two hands clench around my hips. I look up and see Carter in the bathroom mirror. He presses into my backside and feel him behind me. Hard. Always hard. I bend just enough to push back.
    “Maddie said I could borrow her hair gel.”
    I lift my hand and touch his hair. “You don’t wear hair gel.” His hands slip under my skirt, thumbs grazing the edge of my panties. In the mirror I see my cheeks flush and I shake my head. “Not here. Not now.”
    “ You can’t send me a photo like that and then tell me no.”
    “ I can’t walk down stairs smelling like sex and dick,” I say. “But I promise, by the end of the night we’ll figure something out.”
    He spins me so I’m facing him. I lean against the counter top and the containers holding lotion and lipstick tumble with a clatter into the sink. Carter’s jaw sets and he says, “You better or I’ll out this whole thing. Five days is too much. I never should have agreed.”
    He kisses me and grazes his hands over my breasts, slowly circling my nipples but never touching them. A fire lights across my skin that runs between my legs. Both actions are too soft and all I want is for him to do it harder.
    “Carter,” I whimper, realizing that I’ve never had to wait for him. I took what I wanted and gave him more than he ever knew he could have. Patience is something we’ve never experienced.
    Strangely, two things have happened. He’s hotter and I’m hornier.
    He squeezes a glob of hair gel into his hand and leave s the room while I pant, holding myself up against the counter. 
    *
    “Physical Therapy school at Duke? That’s a hard program.” Mrs. McMahan says over a tray of freshly baked tarts. She and my mother have been best friends for years, which meant she had a front row seat to many of my less than stellar life choices.
    “Getting in was hard but I like the work,” I say.
    “I know things must have been difficult after you and Jamie broke up. So close to the wedding, but I’m proud of you for pushing forward.” Her sweater has a reindeer with tiny bells dotted around its neck. If marriage means you have to wear a tacky holiday sweater like that, then I think I’m okay skipping it right now.
    “Thank you.”
    “Excuse me, dear,” she says, eyeing an empty plate of cheese. She whisks the tray away and disappears into the kitchen.
    I search the room for Carter but he’s nowhere to be seen. Neither is Maddie or Josh. I think back to when I was their age and where I’d have hidden out during this party.
    “They’ve escaped to the loft over the garage,” Tara says, holding up a bottle of wine. I give her my empty glass and she refills it. “I want to be eighteen again.”
    The McMahans have eight kids, one in every age group from Tara’s age to mine. They’ve got grandkids in high school. Their garage loft has always been party central. It’s tradition at family parties for the kids to steal beer, smoke weed and make out up there.
    My boyfriend gets to hang at the kid’s party while I’m stuck down here with the parents and grandparents. I take a gulp of wine and say, “At