“How are the two of you friends?” Lachlan dramatically fell against our bedroom door the moment Liv allowed us freedom from her tirade about all things Christmas. He banged the back of his head against it, groaning loudly.
“She’s not that bad,” I let out a soft giggle, “Christmas really gets her going.”
“Christmas is the worst holiday of all of them,” he muttered, sounding disgruntled. “I mean, have you ever experienced the fourth of July?”
“Makes me want a hot dog real bad.”
Lachlan bursts into the most obnoxious laughter at my poor imitation of Jennifer Coolidge, “That was truly beautiful, Lyles.”
Even snorting, hearing that nickname coming from his lips made me feel warm and fuzzy on the inside.
I placed my hand over my heart, bowing for him.
Why was I so comfortable with this
