Page 5 of Single Girl Rules: HoHoHo

Cold air and snow blew into the common room, but I hardlynoticed. I was much too distracted by the five gorgeous men standing there inplaid smoking robes and grey sweatpants. One of them started beat boxing whilethe rest sang a Christmas carol. I’d never found a cappella music attractivebefore, but they were somehow making it work.

We all gathered around the door and listened to their firstcarol. As soon as they were done we invited them in from the snow so they coulddo another.

I nudged Ash in the ribs. “They’re super hot, right?”

She nodded.

“Which one is your favorite?”

“Definitely the beat boxer.”

“Good choice.” He was the tallest and most handsome. And hewas obviously quite skilled with his mouth. “You should give him a tip afterthis song,” I said and bit my lip to get my point across.

“I don’t have any money.”

“That’s fine.” I pointed to the mistletoe hanging over hishead.

But Ash must have thought I was pointing in the general directionof our dorm room, because she said, “Right, I have some cash up in our room. I’llbe right back.”

“What? No. I meant…”

But Ash was already gone.No big deal.She’d be backdown in a minute. And when she went to give him some money she’d be under the mistletoewith him. Which meant she’d have to blow him or be Christmas cursed forever. Andthen one thing would lead to another and she’d end up in bed with him. And thenI’d be free to fuck whoever I wanted again.

The guys finished up their song and started another.

“Where’d Ash go?” whispered Rosalie.

“She went to go find some money so she can give them a tip.”

“Why doesn’t she just blow them? I mean…they’re even standingunder mistletoe.”

“Right?” I said.

“I’ll go check on her.”

“I’ll go too,” said Kyle.

I sat back against a table and listened to the end of thesong.

“Thank you, thank you,” they said with a bow as I clapped. “Webetter get going…”

“Wait,” I said. “It’s freezing out. You guys should stay andhave some cookies.”

They all looked to the beat boxer for approval.

He shrugged. “Sure. I’d love some cookies.” He stepped towardsthe table, but Ghostie appeared out of nowhere and put his hand on his chest. “Holdit right there. We need to make sure you’re not armed.”

Teddybear came up behind the others and started friskingthem.

One by one they were cleared to go have some cookies. Therewas only one caroler left.

“What’s this?” asked Teddybear as he patted down his torso.

“My phone.”

“And what’s this?” he said, grabbing something on the singer’supper thigh.

“That’s my penis, man.”

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