Page 234 of The Protective Gryphen

Ian got up.

“Come on. Now we have to schlep back up to do it again. Once we flatten out all the snow, the hill gets slick and that’s when the chaos begins.”

That sounded like a plan.

Racing up, they both kept doing it until they were going so fast down the hill, that it bordered on being dangerous.

As they reached the top of the hill, Ian stopped him before he went down again.

He had an idea.

“Let’s make snow angels.”

Gryphen glanced over.

“Like in the Christmas movie we saw?” he asked, remembering it.

“I know it’s silly.”

He stopped Ian, and kissed him on the tip of his chilly red nose.

“I want silly. I want silly with you.”

That was all he had to hear.

“Come on. Leave the sleds,” he said, as they stuck them into the nearest pile of snow, and headed over to a clear patch that they hadn’t walked in.

Then, Ian dropped backward, and the snow poofed around him. He began moving his arms and legs, making the snow angels.

When he was done, Gryphen helped him up, so he could see the angel.

It was perfect.

“Your turn,” he said, as the man turned, and when he landed, he mimicked what Ian had done.

“Help me up, Baby,” he said.

Ian did, and they stared at their angels.

This was another first for Gryphen, and he couldn’t imagine a better moment.

This was their romantic holiday movie. They were living a fairytale, and there were moments he couldn’t believe it. When he’d watch the movies with Ian, he never thought they could come true.

And here he was in a castle with the man of his dreams.

“God. I’m so happy,” Gryphen said, staring at the simple snow angels that were side-by-side. “I never thought I’d have someone to do this with,” he admitted.

“You do forever,” Ian admitted. “We’ll still do it when we’re old and moldy.”

He laughed.

“I’d like that.”

“Tomorrow, if you’re up for it, after staying in bed and having copious amounts of sex, we can watch more movies,” Ian offered.

He grinned.

“Deal.”

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