I heat up the Thanksgiving meal I cooked, pour a glass of White Zinfandel, and put it on a TV tray. There are several Christmas movies on, so I eat my dinner and drink two glasses of wine while watching them, but my thoughts begin to wander.

For the life of me, I can't figure out why I'm thinking what I am, but thoughts of Sebastian won't leave my head.

What's he doing today?

Is he with his girlfriend?

Ugh! I'm sure she's a runway model or something fabulous like that.

Maybe he's single.

Fat chance.

Doesn't matter. I don't care about him! He's rude and obnoxious.

Maybe he just needs someone good in his life to morph into the nice person that must be deep inside him.

Like way deep.

Way, way, WAY deep.

"You can't change a man," grammy's voice states.

The second movie ends, tearing me out of my thoughts. I decide to go to bed early, but I regret it.

All night, I have dreams about Sebastian. His praline, citrus, and sandalwood scent flares so powerfully that I swear I'm not dreaming. I can smell it.

In one dream, snow's falling and he's kissing me. Not in a way anyone's ever kissed me before either. He uses his tongue as a weapon, assaulting my mouth until I'm unable to stand without his arm holding me tight to his waist.

In another, we're in a barn. He pushes me onto the hay bales and pins his body over mine, murmuring the dirtiest things I've ever heard. What's crazier is I'm not offended, not one little bit. Every word that comes from his mouth makes my core stir faster.

Then there's the last one. He's dragging his tongue on my cleavage, then past my belly button and on to my most private region. I grip his chestnut hair and push him closer to my body. An earthquake of adrenaline annihilates my entire being. I wake up in a sweat, shaking and horrified that I'm dreaming of my rude boss who hasn't said a nice thing to me since I started working for him.

Plus, he tossed my cupcake in the garbage. If he didn't want it, he could have waited until after hours to do that, given it to someone else, or put it in the break room.

My alarm rings shortly after that dream. Relief fills me that I not only got through Thanksgiving but that I'm scheduled to go to work. I don't want to sit at home and think about how I'm alone on the holidays. But then I'm disturbed, thinking about the dreams I had of Sebastian.

I convince myself I'll just ignore him. Besides, it's not like he knows my thoughts. So I get ready for work and then text Melanie.

Me: Hey, girl, how are you feeling?

Melanie: Oh, this flu is so bad. I'm so glad we didn't see you the day before we got this.

Me: Do you need anything?