Only Santas in the Building (Under the Mistletoe Collection, #5)

by Alexis Daria

It’s Theo Winters. My upstairs neighbor. And the subject of all my late-night fantasies.

I wouldn’t mind at all if he bit me. Not in a vampire way. In a sex way.

Yeah, I’ll just say it: his ass. I stared at his ass. And I couldn’t stop.

I was watching two guys maneuver my overstuffed cream couch up the narrow staircase while trying very hard not to yell Pivot! like Ross in Friends,

“Evie, if he doesn’t like you at your worst, he doesn’t deserve you at your best.”

I can only deal with my mother in small doses, so it was never going to be a permanent solution.

It’s the moment when the girl in the teen rom-com abandons her glasses and ponytail and descends the stairs in all her prom-ready glory. It’s the moment when her high school crush finally sees her for the beautiful twenty-six-year-old actress that she is.

I could fall for this man so, so easily. I don’t care that he’s my upstairs neighbor or that we’ve only known each other a few months. He thinks I’m a fucking delight, and I find him irresistible. What more do I need?

“Anything and everything about you makes me moan.” “Even my dirty dishes?” “I told you, I like cleaning.” Now it’s my turn to moan. “I think that’s the sexiest thing anyone has ever said to me.”