It was supposed to be a quick chat with a cute guy at the airport while I was dodging my ex and his new girlfriend. We weren't supposed to exchange numbers. He wasn't supposed to be a football player. And I definitely wasn't supposed to fall in love with him, because he goes to college a thousand miles away. I saw behind his T-shirt. And he saw me behind my last name. It’s the holidays, and by some Christmas miracle he’s already close. So close. I want to meet him again, but there is only one problem. My older brother cannot under any circumstances find out that I am dating his rival.