"How do you know if Santa's been in your garden shed?"
"I don't know Grant. How?"
"You've got three extra hoes."
"That was terrible Grant"
"How nice of you Bex" sarcasm dripping from his lips. We continued to walk down the snowy road.
"Bex?" grant asked.
"yeah?"
"I've been wanting to do this for a while now, but I haven't had the guts. So as it's Christmas I figured I could finally give it you.."
"What is it Grant," curiosity tainting my voice.
"This" With that he leaned forward and pressed his lips to mine. I gasped in surprise. As soon as I realised this was really happening I kissed him back trying to show as much love and care as I could through it. W hen we finally pulled apart gasping for breath he leaned forward kissed my nose and murmured
"Merry Christmas! My gorgeous British bombshell!"
"Merry Christmas to you too"
"Bex, Bex What does Miley Cyrus have at Christmas?"
"I don't know does Miley Cyrus have at Christmas?"
"Twerky!"
I laughed at his horrible joke. "I love you Grant but if I hear another bloody Christmas joke again... Well I'll let you imagine what happens."