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 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,

In addition to being gorgeous, Theo is smart, helpful, and polite.

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 have managed to strike my crush speechless, and it fills me with an immeasurable sense of power and triumph.

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Sam Elliott look-alike

omg hahaha

“Oh, no. Did he pass away?” I infuse my voice with an appropriate amount of horror and sympathy, but I mostly want to know whether he died in my apartment. “Nothing like that. He moved to Florida.” Mr. Barnes shudders. “A worse fate I cannot imagine.