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Aiden and Tristan

Daring a snowstorm might not be the smartest thing Aiden Evans has ever done, but he can’t stand being in his flat a moment longer. With only three days to Christmas, he doesn’t want to be alone. He wants a place to belong, wants people around him who won’t look down on him. He might not find that at his mother’s place, but it’s better than being alone in the city. If he can make it there, that is.<br><br>Tristan Gardner is looking forward to a quiet night in front of the TV, but instead, he has to save an idiot in designer clothes from freezing to death in his forest. Tristan tries not to notice the man’s good looks, just like he has tried not to notice any man’s good looks for the last seven years. He knows where relationships go and is far better off living alone, with his dog, in his cabin.<br><br>Aiden is driving Tristan mad with his bratty comments and irresponsible ways, and Aiden is going crazy from Tristan’s judgmental attitude. Luckily, in a few days, the weather will clear up, and the two men won’t have to be together any longer. But will a few steamy nights with the grumpy lumberjack change Aiden’s mind about wanting to leave? And will Tristan still want to go back to his peaceful, predictable life without fear of getting his heart broken?<br><br>Contains the stories “Once in a Snowstorm,” “The Empty Egg,” “Happy Endings,” and “Just Words.”

Ofelia Gr?nd · LGBT+
Không đủ số lượng người đọc
58 Chs

Chapter 9

Maybe he wouldn&rsquo;t mind. Aiden hesitated for a moment. Most men probably would, but now the thought had popped into his head, there was nothing he wanted more than to turn around and lean against the warm, wide chest instead of the backrest. He wanted to fall asleep listening to heartbeats underneath his ear.

Aiden slowly crept over. It wasn&rsquo;t a big sofa; simply turning around brought him up close to Tristan. Would he get angry? Aiden hoped not, but if he was, Aiden could say he&rsquo;d done it because he was cold.

Carefully, he rested his head on Tristan&rsquo;s shoulder…Nothing happened, but he didn&rsquo;t relax yet. The soft, worn fabric of Tristan&rsquo;s shirt was heaven against his skin. Gradually, he put more of his weight on the warm body beneath him and let out a sigh as he breathed in the smell of man and something he associated with a forest.