“Don’t go home,” Jack said. “Spend Christmas with me.”

“We’ve just met,” I smiled.

He seemed hurt, which made me feel bad. “I can come tomorrow night. Same place.”

“Lost in the same place in my woods? Good luck with that,” he pouted.

“My parents’ place then,” I offered. “They’ll want to thank…” Jack embraced me unexpectedly and kissed me like every boyfriend I’d ever had was kissing me all at once.

My parents found me on their porch the next morning; my wrapping-paper skin blue with frost and a frozen smile like I’d gotten the best Christmas gift ever.