Chapter 8

“What?” he asked as he zipped his fly.

“Just enjoy looking at a beautiful man,” Skip said as he lay on his side, head propped on his hand. “Especially one who makes love the way you do.”

Ivan felt his face grow hot. Is that what they had done last night? Made love?

“I hope you don’t expect me to go skipping around the gingerbread house today. I’m not sure I can even walk.”

Ivan blushed even more intensely. He waved a hand toward Skip dismissively, but felt a rush of emotion as well as arousal as he thought of the night they’d shared.

“That is if you need to play Santa again,” Skip added looking away from Ivan.

Hearing Skip say that brought a pang of sadness. Why, Ivan couldn’t say.

Skip got out of bed and pulled on his briefs. “I’ll make us breakfast while you walk Tootsie. You have any eggs? Sausage? Cheese? I make a mean omelet.”

Ivan smiled and once again thoughts of a domestic life filled his mind.