" Look at that giant bag of peppermint Hershey’s Kisses. That is my dream right there. I could live off that for a month.”
He follows my attention to the five-pound bag on display and gives a dramatic shudder. “You’re kidding.”
“They’re my favorite! I can only find them this time of year, and I eat so many I get a stomachache.”
Andrew turns in my arms, frowning down at me. “Are you a white chocolate evangelist?”
“One hundred percent!” I laugh-yell. “Oh my God, are we having our first fight?”
“I will die on the White Chocolate Is Not Chocolate hill.”
“It may not be chocolate, but it is delicious.”
“Wrong, Maisie,” he says in Mandrew voice. “It tastes like fake mint and ass.”
“Like fake mint and ass?” I reply in outraged Maisie voice. “You’re the one who steals the crappy, plasticky chocolate from the Advent calendar.”
“Well . . . it’s hard to argue with that. "
― Christina Lauren , In a Holidaze