Light as a feather, there's a knock on my door. Once again, I find myself still in bed at an inappropriate hour. Ready to ask the maids to come back later, maybe never, I fling open the door and my cheeks darken to a crimson. "David."
"Ashley." He nods, a smile sneaking on his lips, as he takes in my matching PJ set scattered with gingerbread men and candy canes. He, himself looks dashing in a well fitted navy polo, grey work pants, and black tennis shoes.
"What can I do for you?" I ask, refusing to hide myself, to hide behind the door, as if my cheeks already didn't say how embarrassed I was already.
David lowers his head, showing the embarrassment I'm feeling, "My mother taught me it was rude to ask a lady out over the phone so here I am."
A smile sneaks onto my lips. My finger taps
