Prologue

PROLOGUE

HOLLY

I never thought I’d see the day.

Asher Mitchell, known for being a Scrooge, is in a Santa suit, the red fabric clinging to his muscular physique despite the extra padding. His eyes glimmer with hunger as they roam over my elf getup, drawing my thoughts back to our texts, the steaminess, the wrongness.

We need to stop. This won’t just ruin Christmas. It’ll destroy my big brother’s whole freaking life.

Yet, as Santa stares at me, I know we won’t. We can’t.

My brother’s best friend won’t stop giving me his smoldering attention. I’ve got a confession that will push me straight to the top of the naughty list.

And I might actually like it there.