All I Want for Christmas is My Dad's Best Friend

He wouldn't. Until he does. We can't. Until we do.

I have always been in love with Mr. Pine. What's not to crush on? He's built like a god, could cut glass with his chiseled jawline, and has a low, growly voice that makes me weak in the knees. I swear the silver in his hair makes him even hotter. (Nice.)

He's also my dad's best friend. (Naughty.)

But this year, when I'm home for the holidays, he's looking at me with a new hunger in his eyes, and before I know it, we're kissing in front of my p...