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started for the door. “Come on, Snuffy. Shower time.”

“Snuffy?”

“My favourite Muppet from Sesame Street.” I gestured to his dick.

Ren laughed at that, and we got in the shower, all soapy and smiley, kissing and always touching. And when we climbed back into bed, under the covers this time, he was quick to pull me into his arms.

He kissed me slower this time, more tenderly, but with no less passion. He let his hands roam all over me, touching everywhere he could reach. He kissed my neck, my shoulder, my chest, my throat, behind my ear.

Every move, every touch, every kiss was so gentle, he made me feel adored, cherished. And when he rolled on top of me, I widened my legs and it felt so right, so natural. If we had condoms and lube, I’d have welcomed him inside me right then. All of him, for as long as he wanted, for whatever he needed . . .

We wouldn’t be doing that tonight, but one day. I knew we would.

Tonight was more than that. Tonight was long kisses, languid tongues, safe arms and gentle hands, rolling hips. This was tender and personal. This was us saying yes to the possibilities without having to say a word.

I could feel the emotions, taste them, and from the look in his eyes, I knew Ren could too.

And when our orgasms found us the second time, we were wrung out and exhausted, content and happy. Ren fell asleep with his arms around me, and as I was drifting off to the beat of his heart, I swear I heard jingle bells somewhere far off in the snow outside.

Chapter Twelve

Ren

Hamish stirred and sighed, his head on my chest, my arm around his shoulder. “Merry Christmas,” I mumbled into his hair.

“Hmm,” he hummed. “Time is it?”

“Seven.”

He sighed again. “Should probably get up.”

He made no move whatsoever to get up.

“Probably.”

I also made no move whatsoever to get up.

I wanted to stay right there for as long as I could. I was leaving him today, with no idea as to the next time I’d see him. And just like he could read my thoughts, he snuggled into me. I held him a bit tighter. “I think Liv and Josh are up. And Chutney will need to go outside,” I said eventually.

Hamish hummed. “Yeah.”

I rubbed his back. “It’s Christmas Day.”

He looked up then, smiling sleepily at me. “Is it snowing?”

I lifted my head and tried to see out the window. “Dunno. Probably.”

“If it’s not snowing too much, I was thinking you and I could go for a walk after breakfast,” he said. “Nowhere too far, just stretch our legs and talk.”

I frowned. “Oh. Talk? As in, the talk . . . the ‘it’s not you, it’s me’ talk.”

His smile died and he shot up, giving me a startled, horrified look. “What? No, not that talk. Wait, why would you think that?”

“I wasn’t thinking that until you said it just now.”

He screwed his face up and sat up, chuckling. He patted my chest. “No, sorry, I just thought it’d be nice. Just the two of us, oh, and Chutney, of course. Walk a block or two, depending on how frozen I am. Just to spend time together before you leave, that’s all. Not the ‘it’s over now I’ve used you for your body’ talk.” He lifted the sheet at my chest and tried to peek underneath. “And I do have to say, it’s a mighty fine body,” he said with a cheeky grin before he took my hand and brought my knuckles to his lips. “Definitely not that kind of talk.”

I tugged on his beard a little. “Good.”

The truth was, saying goodbye to him today and heading home would be hard enough, even knowing it was probably only temporary. I would see him again. I just didn’t want to leave him. It was something we would definitely need to discuss.

“You know those possibilities we talked about,” I began. “Well—”

“Coffee’s ready,” Liv called out from what sounded like the kitchen or living room.

Hamish frowned. “Thanks!” he called back. Then his eyes met mine. “What about those possibilities we talked about?”

“You do want to see me again?” I asked, just blurting it out, not at all how I wanted to phrase it. We had talked about this, but I needed to hear it again, even though this probably wasn’t the time or place for this conversation, but it was too late now.

“Uh, yes.” He looked at me as if I was crazy.