Home for the holidays.
First-semester assignments behind me, no exams to study for. I have it all mapped out. Snowy afternoons by the fire, curled up with a good book and a steaming cup of cocoa. Evenings with the family catching up and baking cookies. What wasn’t on the agenda was the school’s star linemen and world’s worst tutee crashing the party for extra study time, and tagging along to my hometown.
Now I’ve gotten us roped into a scheme to ward off the ex that broke my heart. But the plan we agreed on is crumbling with every charming smirk and wandering touch.
The lines have blurred, and for the first time in my life, I don’t have all the answers.