Now, looking down at him from where I stood on the ladder, I regretted being such an asshole. I’d just assumed he’d sat there to be a dickhead and prove he was tough and cool to his friends. In the year and a half since, I’d grown up—or at least I hoped I had.
“I’ve only got a few more of these to hang. Hold the ladder,” I said.
Once the last ornament was hung on the tree, I descended. Standing next to Corin, I noted that he was a couple of inches shorter than me and his facial hair was more brunette and less blond than I remembered. “What are you doing here?” I asked.
“I’m supposed to help with setup.”
“You’re late. Help me take down the ladder.”
Corin looked at me like I’d just slapped a puppy and I felt my guts tighten. I was being an assbag—it was a reflex and made me question if
