What happens during Christmas
All I want for Christmas is my stepbrother.
Okay, maybe all I want for Christmas is to be my stepbrother. Brad is everything I'm not. Smart. Responsible. Acing college. The son my dad always wanted and the stepbrother I never did.
And as cute as he is annoying.
Meanwhile, I'm a college dropout with a dead end job, nosediving into one bad decision after another. I really don't need to make another one.
Too late, I guess.
That kiss in the basement? Mistake.
What we did with that wooden spoon in the kitchen? Mistake.
And that day hanging out at Santa's Village that should have been corny and boring, but was somehow romantic as hell? Huge mistake.
It turns out my perfect stepbrother isn't as perfect as I thought. He's actually kind of an adorable, irresistible mess who needs someone with a firm hand to take care of him. But I can barely take care of myself, so that person can't be me, right?
The last thing I need is to catch feelings for the one guy I can't have feelings for.
Right?
Too late, I guess.