In my defense, I hadn’t planned on having anything to do with Hunter Whittington again.
So what if his jaw can cut glass, his gaze is piercing and he has a body that haunted my dreams?
We hated each other on sight.
Couldn’t spend time in the same room without getting into a fight.
Until we find ourselves double-booked...
...in the same house over Christmas.

What’s worse there’s only one bedroom.
And a snowstorm brewing outside.
Then the electricity goes out...
Only the chemistry between us takes off.
Unable to keep our hands off each other we make a pact...
...to spend one night together.
We wouldn’t speak about it afterwards.
Not to each other, not to the world.
We’d pretend it never happened.