Y/n only wanted one thing this Christmas: a peaceful winter getaway with her older brother, Heeseung. But peace becomes impossible the moment she finds out he invited them. His loud, chaotic, way-too-good-looking friends. Jay, the sarcastic troublemaker. Jake, the smooth talker with a stare that lingers too long. And worst of all... Sunghoon. Her impossible crush. Her walking distraction. Her biggest reason this trip is about to become a disaster. Y/n swears she'll survive the week if she just avoids Sunghoon and the boys' constant teasing but then Jake starts acting strange. Protective. Observant. Almost like he knows something she doesn't. Or like... he's planning something. Between snowstorms, shared cabins, late-night hot chocolate runs, secret glances, and one suspiciously placed mistletoe, Y/n's "worst holiday ever" suddenly becomes a dangerous game of emotions. Because on this trip, anything can happen. A crush turning into heartbreak... A friend turning into temptation... Or a kiss she never saw coming. What could go wrong under the mistletoe? ...Or better question: What could go right?

When Alexis agrees to help the school's player, she must guard the secret that could unravel everything - even as unexpected feelings complicate the game. *** What happens when Alexis Dawson, the 'resident loser' of Redwood High, agrees to help the school's notorious player, Aaron Walker? How can she stop herself from falling for him? It isn't all love and romance - Alexis has a secret of her own. Join them on a journey of jealousy, betrayal, trust, friendship, and love. A little favour just got a whole lot more complicated. *** He was so close, his breath hit my lips. His eyes darted from my eyes to my lips. I stared intently, awaiting his next move. His lips fell near my ear. "Shut up and kiss me" He whispered roughly. A chill shot up my spine. I pulled back, staring at his eyes and leaned in...

As I walk into the school, he spots me and immediately starts talking to me. I brush past him, ignoring him, but today is definitely not my lucky day... He grabs my arm firmly, stopping me, and turns me to face him. The pain on my face contorts his expression. "What's wrong, Emma? Lost your voice, lizard?" I don't look at him; my head is hung low once again. "When I'm talking, you need to look at me!" he shouts, lifting my chin so I have to meet his gaze. I look at him, but it's not with innocence; it's with anger. "Oh, look, Emma's angry, everyone!" he mocks. "Just leave me alone," I say, meeting his eyes as I pull my arm free from his grip and walk away. He stares at me, shocked, as do all the kids around us, not expecting what I just did.