Page 80 of Snowed In

“Bro, your feet are icicles.”

“I’m cold and you’re warm. Deal with it.”

“What took you so long anyway?”

“I was watching Magnus through the bathroom window. He keptgoing in and out of this small shed. From what I could see, the place was filled with dried shrubs or some shit hanging from the ceiling.”

“If it isn’t dead bodies, I don’t care.” I grinned as he cuddled in closer, his semi poking me in the ass.

“What if he’s like a warlock or something?”

“For real?”

“I don’t know, did you see those crazy tatts on his arms?” He pressed his cold lips to the side of my neck, sending a wave of goosebumps down my spine. “I saw something like it once in this book I read about Valkyrie.”

“Maybe… His brother was kind of hot.”

He pinched my hip, and I rolled over, bringing us face to face.

“See… you do have a thing for blonds.”

I twirled a pale piece of his hair between my thumb and forefinger. “Apparently, I do.” I kissed his bottom lip, and he opened for me.

He tasted like toothpaste, and I grinned against his mouth. “I mean, it’s a bed, not a hay bale, but about that blow job…”

He snuggled closer, his fingers toying with the thin patch of hair on the center of my chest. “You’re really okay with all of this? Me and you? No doubts? At all? I mean, even I had doubts about my first time with a guy.”

“The truth? This feels right. Maybe I’ll have moments where I’m like whoa, this is different. I’m assuming butt stuff might give me pause.”

“Jesus Christ.” He laughed and fell onto his back, covering his eyes with his arms. “Not all queer guys like or partake in butt stuff, and for the record, butt babies are fictional.”

“What? They are? What the hell are we even doing then?”

He moved his arm, a stupid smile stretching across his cute face. “We can try whatever you want, whenever you want, but just know we don’t ever have to do anything that makes you feel uncomfortable. Sex is touching, enjoying each other, getting off, it doesn’t have to be?—”

“Butt stuff.”

“Correct.”

“Okay.” I smiled and he shook his head.

“You’re an idiot.”

I leaned down and kissed him, soft, with wet lips and with so much affection it made my chest hurt. “I love you too.”

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