That evening, Shane could only think of two ways to occupy his time—study or mope. So he lay on top of his bed, staring at the ceiling with the lights turned off, wondering how much snow they had back home in Iowa. He picked his cell phone up from his desk and considered calling his parents, but he decided against it.
A cute guy might have liked him, and he’d completely ruined it. He could come to only one reasonable explanation, and that was the entire thing was Christmas’ fault. It was only because of the upcoming holiday that he was in such a foul mood the other day when he decided to take a shower. If he hadn’t, he wouldn’t have accidentally flashed Corey. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have gone off alone to eat and bumped into Alfie and started pretending they were dating. If it was October
