All I want for Christmas is to be home with my family.Instead my flight's been cancelled, and I'm stuck at the airport.I love snow, but not when it's making me late for a date with my mom's famous mashed potatoes. And don't get me started on the apple pie.As visions of sugar and carbs dance in my head, I settle in with a bag of cheesy chips instead.Then what to my wandering eyes does appear—a tall figure with unruly dark hair moving through the room, and oh holy night. My heart skips a beat when they meet his familiar, killer blue eyes and panty-melting smile.Spencer Ward, superstar quarterback (and my first crush)—here inside gate eighteen among a gathering crowd.He shouts in my direction and surprise quickly comes. When he offers me a place to stay, I think… well, this could be fun.I've always been on Santa's nice list, but maybe this Christmas I'll give naughty a try.