Chapter 11

“I…Wills, I…” In spite of the fact that I’d told him I loved him on his birthday, I still found it almost impossible to say the words. Even now, I couldn’t get them past my lips, but it didn’t seem to matter.

“I know, Theo. I love you too.”

After we’d both come and were lying there trying to get our breathing under control, he shifted under me.

“Am I too heavy for you, babe?”

“Never. But this floor is freaking hard.”

I rolled off him, knotting the condom and tossing it aside.

“Hey, I didn’t want you to move!”

“Come on, tough guy.” I kicked off my jeans, grabbed his hand, and pulled him to his feet. “We can continue this on the couch.”

Something else went on my list for him. A thick, plush, faux fur rug for right in front of his fireplace.

This was going to be an awesome Christmas.

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The next day he came home from work to tell me he had to go out of town again. “I’m sorry, Theo. You’ll have to get the tree without me.”