Quite the Charmer

There were things I was good at-witchcraft, having fun, shoving boys into boxes-and, obviously, things that I wasn't.

Mainly dating.

I didn't do¿ more.

The whole dinner and a movie, long midnight strolls, and meeting the family thing never held any appeal.

It was too much.

An unnecessary complication in my already over-complicated life.

Then in waltzed Maverick Henderson. A man as witty as he was handsome, with a smile so devastating it flipped my world on its head.

What started as an annoying interruption to my vacation evolved into a friendship that didn't fit into the carefully curated boxes I'd become so adept at categorizing people into.

Just friends. Maverick and I were supposed to just be friends. So when his cheating, no-good, two-faced ex infiltrated Christmas, leaving him in need of a buffer masquerading as his 'girlfriend,' who the heck was I to deny him?

It was supposed to be fake. A ruse. But with every 'platonic' touch, every confident kiss, and cozy conversation, Maverick's charm crept through the crevices of my carefully constructed walls until they all crumbled.

So now, surrounded by a winter wonderland, holiday magic, and twinkling lights, I can't help but wonder if maybe some boxes were meant to be opened¿ Or if my heart was safer when I kept it away from the carefully wrapped boxes beneath the tree.