Page 51 of GAF Factor

What a ballbuster. I got to work on the fire, stacking the logs and making sure there was enough space between them to let the air flow properly. Thankfully, she had a fire starter, so I didn’t have to spend more time out here than necessary. All I couldthink about was getting back under that blanket with her and putting my hands on her body again.

Once the fire was started and I was sure it wasn’t going to go out, I crawled beneath the blanket, shucking my pants as I snuggled into her side. Yes, I fucking snuggled against her, and I wasn’t ashamed at all. I wanted her body pressed to mine, to feel the curve of her hip under my palm and her legs tangled with mine.

I watched the flames dancing in her eyes as she stared into the fire, a slight smile curving her lips. She looked content, something I always wanted to see from now on.

“What are you thinking?”

“About how much I wish there had been a fire in that shipping container.”

I chuckled, shaking my head. “No, you don’t. We would have died of smoke inhalation.”

“But imagine how nice it would have been. With the Christmas decorations around and all the tea lights…”

“Is that why you were awake tonight?”

I felt her head nod against my arm. “Christmas isn’t the same this year.”

No, it wasn’t for me either, but not for the same reasons as her. “I was thinking about it too.”

She shifted until she was laying on her back and looking up at me. “Is that why you were here?”

I nodded. “I never had Christmas before.” I had already told her that. “But it sort of felt like you gave me a taste of it in that shipping container. I wanted to know what it felt like to have the real thing.”

A frown creased her lips. “I should have invited you over. I just wasn’t?—”

I pressed my finger to her lips, silencing her apologies. “I’m here now. That’s all I care about. And I told you not to come to me until you were sure.”

“You actually came to me,” she pointed out.

“Well, I couldn’t stay away,” I shrugged.

“I know. I saw you sitting by the curb.”

“You didn’t tell me to leave,” I whispered, brushing my lips against hers.

“Because I didn’t want you to.”

Her leg wrapped around mine, pulling me against her as I swallowed her words with my lips. Pulling her to me, I nestled between her legs and found my way home.

“Are we in the right house?”

“Of course we are.”

“Because when we went to bed last night, there was not a naked man on our living room floor.”

Bowie sighed heavily. “Obviously, he came over last night and they hooked up.”

“Hooked up or got together?”

“Is there a difference?”

“Of course, there’s a difference! One implies a casual affair while the other is a relationship!”

“Would you like me to wake him up and ask?”

“No! If you wake him up, he might roll over. And if he rolls over, he’ll be exposing himself to us.”

“And you would have a problem with that?”

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