Heartbroken (A Christmas Story) 1

Seven days to Christmas.

It should have been the happiest countdown of my life. Instead, it was Mike’s birthday, my boyfriend, my forever boy, the one I thought I would spend every holiday with.

He’d just turned twenty-one, and me? I was eighteen, standing outside his door with shaky hands and a red rose tucked into a glass vase.

He had told me more than once, “Knock before you come in, I’ll come pick you outside the gate.”

But not today. I wanted to surprise him. I wanted him to see me already waiting inside, not at the door like some delivery girl. His room felt like the perfect stage for the gift I had rehearsed in my head all morning.

The flower wasn’t really the gift. It was just a warm up, something delicate and safe to hand him before I gave him what he truly wanted.

The real gift was my body. He has been having it all this while, but there’s something I never gave him yet.

Mike had been begging for it, doggy style.

The thought