Yuletide Wishes and Mistletoe Kisses
Riley Long

People move in and out of apartments all the time. Yet when a smoldering hot lumberjack moves in next door less than a week before Christmas, I can't help but think of him as a gift just for me. He'll make a delicious distraction and rebound from my terrible ex. Mr. Next Door, the guy with a chronic case of wanderlust, seems like a perfect fit. When a blizzard kills the power to our building, we generate our own heat for Christmas Eve. When morning comes and the power returns, he leaves me behind, tangled in cold sheets instead of his warm embrace. Do I let him get away? Or take a chance that our fling could be the real thing?