His Curvy Gift

<p><strong style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)><em>Gavin</em></strong></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Baited and switched by my aunt. She invited me to stay with her for Christmas to fix up her Inn to get it ready to sell. Instead guests were booked through New Year's and I was trapped in small town hell. </span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>There were a few good things. Like the curvy server who handled the overly friendly customers with ease. She ignored me just as seamlessly but I wasn't backing down so quickly. </span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>And after just one kiss and one little lie I wasn't backing down at all. </span></p><p></p><p><strong style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)><em>Piper</em></strong></p><p><em style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>He's the kind of guy who makes women forget all about why they aren't dating. </em></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>I was happy to be single. It was easy. A night here and there and my needs were met. I didn't need a relationship. I didn't want a relationship. </span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Not a real one and not a fake one. </span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>But watching Gavin squirm was too much fun. So I pretended. We were friends sort of and he was leaving after the holidays. It was harmless. </span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>But every fake relationship comes with sweet kisses and gentle touches and nights between the sheets. None of that feels fake. </span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>I let myself trust him. I let myself believe he was different. I almost let myself fall for him. </span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Never mind. I fell. I just hope he can catch me.</span></p>