Overview

If your bully dressed up as Santa, would you sit on his lap and tell him what you want for Christmas?

Turns out I don’t have much of a choice. Cyrus is six-four and a muscular dreamboat while I’m still skinny and short. I hate that he can easily overpower me, but then I find that I kind of weirdly like it, too….

We both get forced into helping with the local holiday festival, where he wants to make amends by offering me his pretty mouth. Secretly. In the back room of the mall.

I can’t believe the man I hate most in the entire world wants to kiss me all over. Everywhere. Yeah, even there.

Neither of us are gay, so it makes no sense that handsome, devil Santa wants to plow me, his embarrassed helper elf.

I just feel sorry for the guy when I give in, right?

Right?