Heartbroken (A Christmas Story) 12

Three days to Christmas.

I woke up tangled in my sheets, body sore in the most delicious way, muscles I didn’t know I had aching from last night with Isla.

The room still smelled faintly of vanilla and sex. She was gone, probably slipped back to the guest room before anyone noticed. Smart.

I lay there for a minute, staring at the ceiling, replaying everything, Ava under the dinner table, Isla against the wardrobe, both of them on my bed.

My face burned just thinking about it. I’d crossed so many lines in the past week I couldn’t even see them anymore.

My phone buzzed on the nightstand.

Jack.

A simple text:

“Grand Harbor Hotel. Room 812. Noon. Don’t eat lunch, I’ll order room service.”

Followed by a pinned location.

My stomach flipped. Heat rushed straight between my legs. I hadn’t seen him since the night on my couch, but I’d thought about him constantly, his hands, his mouth, the way he’d groaned my name.

I texted ba