Merry Me

by C.R. Jane

Me: I JUST HOOKED UP WITH SANTA CLAUS!

I narrowed my eyes. “You’re a full-time problem with part-time charm.”

“But you?” His gaze dipped to my mouth, then back up to my eyes. “You’re tattooed on my memory. You’re not chemistry. You’re gravity. You are the standard. The girl every other girl has failed—and will always fail—to be.”