I'm a Christmas cliche if there ever was one. Hopelessly in love with Cole, my brother's best friend , dreaming of kisses (etc.) under the mistletoe. But since I can't have what I want, I'll have to let those dreams play out in my head. Or, rather, in my bed. Because this holiday I'm at a ski chalet with my family and Cole, and it's torture. How can I focus on shredding the powder when this hottie is so dang close?! Instead of hitting the slopes, I'm hitting the hay. So I say. Really I'm just busting out my battery-operated boy-toys and enjoying what I call "Christmas Miracles" alone in bed. Until Cole knocks on my door. Oh gosh, this might get awkward... Dear Reader, It's no secret that Aspyn has the hots for Cole... but this snow bunny doesn't know his side of the story. He knows she's off-limits, but he has a Christmas package he wants her to unwrap. Screw the vibes this winter, it's time to charge the battery in your Kindle! xo, frankie