Saddles and Snowfall

I’m at a college party to celebrate the festive season—ugly Christmas sweaters, festively decorated holiday cookies in shape of ‘appendages’ and all—when news breaks of my ex-girlfriend’s extracurricular activities. That leaves a bitter taste that not even too many tequila shots can chase away.

In strolls an offer to get very naughty indeed. In this mood, I’ll agree to anything. A drunken three-way is the perfect cure to forget about cheating exes, right?

Only problem, the hot cowboy who just walked in is the last person I should be putting my hands, or anything else, on.

My ex-girlfriend's brother. . .