A freak snowstorm seemed like the perfect bonding experience. Anyone watching Oliver and Wyatt McKinsey from a distance would have thought the two men were having a great time throwing snowballs and building a snowman. The casual observer would never guess that, as a shooting star streaks across the sky, both men wish for a way out of their failing marriage.<br><br>Fortunately for them, a disaffected, chain-smoking elf hiding from her Christmas duties decides to give them what they really want. From the last of their good intentions and a little Christmas magic, she creates Cole -- a living, breathing embodiment of what Oliver and Wyatt once loved about each other.<br><br>Can Cole’s intense feelings for both Oliver and Wyatt help reawaken a love they think is gone? Is there a place for Cole in their marriage before time runs out and the spell is broken forever?

Snowman of My Dreams

Oliver pulled his torn shirt back into place as he laughed and collapsed back against Wyatt’s heaving chest. “Where the hell did that come from?”


Wyatt laughed and ran his hands along Oliver’s body under his shirt. “You’re just so fucking sexy. You turn me on so bad.”


“You’ve never fucked me like that.”


“It was more than okay. That was, like, perfect.” He let out a contented sigh and relaxed even further into Wyatt.


“Just hearing you say those things…”


“I’m sorry,” Oliver said. “I didn’t mean…”


“No,” Wyatt said. “Don’t be sorry. It was so fucking sexy to hear you talk like that.”


“No.” Wyatt was silent for a while before he continued quietly. “I want it, too.”


“God help me, yes. But it’s more than just fucking. Please forgive me, but it’s so much more than that.”


Chapter 21