"How did you know?" I asked.
"Know what?" he asked, placing an arm around my shoulder.
"This has always been my Christmas dream."
"I knew that, Jams. Haven't you been paying attention? I remember everything, including in fourth grade when Ms. McMillan had us all write our Christmas wishes on the board. Your wish that year was to ride on a horse-drawn carriage on Christmas," he said.
Tears welled up in my eyes. "You made my Christmas wish come true," I said, enchanted as I looked up at him. Who would have thought? Grant—the boy who had teased me and driven me insane—remembered something I had wished for almost fifteen years ago. A tear escaped my overflowing eyes. Grant caught it with his thumb.
"Jams, I want to make all your wishes come true. Merry Christmas," he said, capturing my mouth with his.
I didn't tell him he already had.