Not So Secret Santa

My secret Santa. My crush since freshman year, with a smile that shone like a thousand stars, this was the perfect opportunity. As the bell chimed for festive break, kids dashed through the school like reindeer in the snow. Soon enough only us remained. I shyly trailed behind as she headed for the dorm room. Opening the door to give her my heartfelt love, there my angel stood. A body beneath her soaked candy cane red. My lover was a killer. Knowing I had followed, she turned and flirted, with a whisper: “I killed for you. Would you kill for me?”