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Lawrence bit his lower lip when his boyfriend still didn’t say anything. He’d looked through Remy’s shoe collection and taken pictures, not wanting to get him something he already had, but what if he did? What if he already had them, and Lawrence hadn’t realized it?
“Remy?” he asked as he ran his fingers over one of the shoes. “Do you like them?”
“Fuck, yes. I…they’re perfect, baby.”
He moved them aside, and his lips were on Lawrence’s. He allowed Remy to lead the kiss, and before he knew it, he was on his back on the couch, one of Remy’s hands ghosting at the band of his lounge pants.
“Remy Armand Price, you get off him right now and keep your hand out of his pants.”
Lawrence gasped at Rita’s voice as Remy pulled away, and he didn’t miss the sound of Charles chuckling. He glanced over to see his mother with a teasing smile, and his face heated up as Remy helped him sit up.
“We are right here; what is wrong with you?” Rita asked her son.
“In my defense, the moment I opened that box, you disappeared,” Remy responded. That seemed to make Charles chuckle harder, and his mother joined in the laughter while Rita shook her head at them.
“Thank you, baby,” Remy stated before whispering in his ear, “It looks like I’ll have to wait to show you just how grateful I am.”
He handed Lawrence two gifts, and he smiled at them both when he opened them. One was a hundred-movie scratch-off. He could scratch them off and watch whatever movie poster was hiding underneath. It sounded like something fun for them to do together. The other was a drone he’d stopped to look at one day when they were out. He was excited to take it out and fly it.
Remy passed him the last gift in a thin box about the length and width of a legal document. He slid the ribbon off it and opened the box, picking up the documents. Lawrence looked them over, seeing his company’s name and something about percentages, and it clicked.
“Remy.”
“You told me not to buy it, and I didn’t. I only bought you a few shares.”
“This says fifteen percent. You bought fifteen percent of their shares.”
“I bought thirty, but I figured you’d make me return them if I gave you that many at once.”
Lawrence wanted to protest, and maybe if this were at the beginning of their relationship, he would have, but he knew Remywas being sweet. His meeting with human resources ended with him getting written up. While he hadn’t been too pissed about it because his co-worker was too, he still thought he shouldn’t have been. He’d complained about it to Remy, and it seemed his boyfriend decided owning a third of the company's shares was the perfect answer.
“Thank you, babe.” He kissed him, and Remy stood, pulling him with him.
“We’re going to go nap,” Remy informed their parents.
“Sure you are,” Silvia stated sarcastically.
Lawrence couldn’t even find it in himself to convince his mother they would because he knew they weren’t. Remy had damn near jumped him on the couch in front of them because he’d liked his present that much. Lawrence felt the same way after his. Sleeping was the last thing they’d be doing.
29
Lawrence stood in front of the fireplace in their room. It was after seven, and they were waiting for dinner to be delivered. They’d been out on the slopes for several hours, and while Remy made sure he had everything he would need to ski comfortably and be warm, after a few hours, it was inevitable that he’d get cold. He didn’t usually hang outside when the weather turned cold.
Arms wrapped around his waist; he leaned back into Remy. He’d warmed up substantially, but it felt good by the fire.
“We shouldn’t stay out as long tomorrow,” his boyfriend stated.
“It’s fine. I had fun, and as long as I can warm up afterward, we can stay out as long as you want.”
Besides, it had been Lawrence’s idea for them to celebrate their birthdays with a long weekend in Aspen skiing. He’d only been once and wanted to go again. Remy was more than willing to take him and reteach him if necessary. They’d arrived the afternoon before and decided to relax before they saw a show at the Wheeler Opera House that evening.
Today was their first day on the slopes, and they would go again tomorrow before going on a dogsled ride and to dinner.
“You want me to warm you up?” Remy asked.
“Yes, but after we have dinner.”
Remy kissed below his ear. “I can do that.”
