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. It’s official. I have it bad for Mr. 4A. Real bad.

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

He’s so fucking hot I want to scream.

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’m not a teen movie heroine or an actress or a superhero, but I have managed to strike my crush speechless, and it fills me with an immeasurable sense of power and triumph.

“You look good, Evie. Really good.”

“We’re not done yet.” His voice is rough and deliberate, and all I can do is nod.

“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.”