Meghan’s P.O.V.
After dinner, with plates stacked in the sink and crumbs still scattered across my small kitchen table, Blade eyed the board games I had tucked into the corner of my small living room.
“We’re not stopping yet, right?” he asked, his eyes gleaming with mischief.
“No true Christmas Eve is complete without a round of Monopoly or whatever it is you’ve got hidden over there.”
I snorted, already imagining the chaos that would follow if we attempted Monopoly after a couple of glasses of wine.
“You realize Monopoly is the quickest way to ruin an otherwise perfect holiday, right? People lose friendships over that game.”
He just grinned.
“Good thing I’m not just any people.”
With the fireplace crackling in the background and an old Christmas movie humming softly from the TV
