All He Wants for Christmas is Me

I just experienced the most unforgettable Christmas night of my life. I had planned a pajama-themed Christmas party with my best friend, Lia Wright, and I purposely changed into my black, lacey night gown, took a sexy photo of myself in it, and sent it to her. "Daddy, wanna open your Christmas present tonight?" I said in a text message to tease her. Exactly three minutes later, she replied, "Are you sure you want to play this game?" I chuckled at how serious she was, then typed my provocative reply. "Just say it if you're too scared to come over." Now, 20 minutes later, the door to my room is suddenly thrown open with a loud bang. Liam Blake, my childhood friend who had been giving me the cold shoulder for the past half year, shows up at the door, his eyes rimmed red and with a light dusting of snow on his clothes. He pushes me onto the bed and kisses me fiercely and fervently. "What did you just call me earlier?" Liam gasps, backing away slightly so his hot breath fans across my lips. His voice is low and hoarse, and I have never heard him speak like that before. "Call me that again." I shiver hard and quickly sober up before grabbing my phone that was still lit up. I had thought that I'd been chatting with Lia the entire time. But now, I suddenly realize that the name on top of the chat window had been "Liam" the entire time.