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“Do you need—”

But Taylor was interrupted by Rocco shoving a hand between them, giving his cock one single jerk, and he was crying out, coming between them and clenching around Taylor in a way that he’d be dreaming about for a real long time to come.

His orgasm hit too, and he rode it out, trying to be as careful of Rocco as he could as the waves of pleasure finally subsided, and he gently pulled out, collapsing next to him.

Rocco rolled over, and his eyes were glowing with happiness and remembered pleasure. He grinned. “Goat cheese,” he said.

Taylor was still enjoying the tail end of his orgasm but his laughter chased it right away, and he couldn’t even be sad about it.

“You jerk,” he teased, smacking Rocco in the arm. But he knew neither of them meant it.

“If I’d known you were this good in bed,” Rocco said with a happy sigh, laying an arm over Taylor’s chest, clearly not disturbed by the mess, “I’d have seduced you ages ago.”

“Oh,youseducedme, huh?”

“Didn’t I?”

Taylor considered this. “We’ll just say that by the time tonight rolled around, I was very willing—eveneager—to be seduced.”

“Fair,” Rocco said.

They didn’t talk about what this meant, but Taylor was pretty sure they didn’t need to. At least not yet. Their fakerelationship had been so natural, it seemed as easy as breathing to fall into something more real.

Chapter 11

On Sunday morning, Roccoreluctantly left Taylor’s warm bed and left a note next to Taylor’s unconscious form and slipped home, grabbing a quick shower before heading downstairs to get the morning’s baking started.

He’d hated to leave Taylor but the sheer joy he felt overrode any disappointment and by the time Rebecca walked in at eight, he was still smiling so hard his cheeks hurt.

When he got a text an hour later—a selfie from Taylor, shirtless, his face adorably scrunched up with disappointment—his smile only grew.

“Aw,” Rebecca said, pinching his flushed cheeks, “you’re adorable. And in love.”

Rocco didn’t know if he wanted to be in love.

He and Taylor were so newly on this different path ofthis might be something more than just a fake relationship we’re playing at.What would really dating look like?

If it’s anything like last night, really fucking good, Rocco’s subconscious supplied.

“It’s a crush for sure,” Rocco admitted.

Astrongone.

He ignored Rebecca’s knowing wink when Taylor popped in just after noon, a smile onhisface that equaled or maybe even exceeded Rocco’s, carrying a takeout bag from The Snowflake Shack.

Rocco made them a pair of marzipan lattes, and they shared sandwiches at the corner table, knees knocking together and feet brushing up against each other, before Rocco totally let Taylor lure him upstairs.

His mouth tasted like almond andTaylor, and Rocco didn’t complain one bit as Taylor pushed him up against the door and then went to his knees.

On Monday, an enormous poinsettia arrangement arrived at the shop, just when Mrs. Lil was there, grabbing her favorite pumpkin spice latte, and she oohed and ahhhed over the flowers.

Rocco knew the news would be all over Christmas Falls by sunset and decided he didn’t mind. They’d wanted everyone to know when their relationship was all fake, and now that it had morphed into something true, why wouldn’t the same apply?

At four, when Taylor stopped by, ostensibly to grab a coffee, but really, Rocco was beginning to figure out, to take full, glorious advantage of the fact that he had a bed upstairs, he decided he should say something. Make sure Taylor knew what he was getting into.

Sure, Taylor had lived here for four years, but maybe he’d lost his mind, right alongside Rocco.

Lying on Taylor’s naked chest, his fingertips sweeping up and down Rocco’s bare back, he said, “The flowers were gorgeous. Thanks.”

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