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.

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

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.

“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.

“You mean because you’re built like the Abominable Snowman and I’m the size of the Sugar Plum Fairy?”

“You feel incredible. God, Evie. Fuck. I . . . Are you okay?” Why, because you’ve stuffed my stocking with your massive candy cane?

“Come on, Princess. You’ve got this. Come all over me . . . Yesss. Good girl.”

“Look, I’ve been told in the past that I need to use my words more. I’m still working on it, but believe me when I say you have no fucking idea how long I’ve wanted this.”