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

by Alexis Daria

And when he grins, his prominent canines slightly resemble fangs. I was obsessed with vampires when I was in high school, so this little detail does not go unnoticed or unappreciated. I wouldn’t mind at all if he bit me. Not in a vampire way. In a sex way.

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.

“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.”