Chapter 3

He brushed a thumb over it. “You believe me, right?”

“Yes.” Colby’s smile was a carol, an unfurling joy, a gift. “I do. I’m only asking.”

“I love you. I want to be right here, with you, doing this. Even with the reindeer.” He meant every word. Himself, here with Colby. Living with Colby. Every day, every minute, was a celebration.

Arousal ached and pooled in his bones, under his skin, in the push of his dick against boxers and jeans. Low and hot, it spread out and drew him on and made him want to bury himself in Colby’s pretty mouth and stroke Colby’s hair and give Colby the same shuddering glorious pleasure.

Colby, he noticed, was also unmistakably aroused: kneeling, shirtless, cock visibly tenting slim blue pants.

He said, “You said anything I want. I want you. Sound good?”