Page 20 of Once Upon An Ever After
“Did I do it right then?”
“You know you did.” Beau rose up over him and kissed him gently, brushing their lips together in the softest caress, “And even if you didn’t, I think the string of curses and semen might’ve given it away.”
Dawson chuckled, “Only you could say the word semen and still make me hard.”
“Oh, you’re hard again huh?” Beau teased, his hips brushing against Dawson’s erection. “I hadn’t noticed.”
“Liar.”
“I was thinking, I…”
The sound of a phone ringing cut Beau’s sentence short and he groaned as he pushed himself over, falling onto his back next to Dawson. It was the third time the phone had buzzed since they woke from their last round of sex and Dawson knew he should answer or at the very least check who was calling but he didn’t want to. Instead he reached for Beau again.
“Don’t go. They can leave a voicemail.”
“At some point you’re going to have to answer or else your brothers are likely to come storming in here and I don’t want them finding us in a compromising position.”
Dawson snorted, “It would serve them right. I’ve walked into all manner of compromising situations in their homes over the last year.”
Beau raised an eyebrow, “Now those are the kinds of stories we never need to talk about.”
Dawson laughed but he trailed off when Beau rolled away and began swinging his hand at the nightstand. “What’re you doing?”
“Getting you your phone.” Beau sighed, “Where is it? I thought I put it on the nightstand when we finally made it to the bedroom last night.”
“You did.” Dawson stifled a yawn, “But I put it in the drawer, on the charger, when I got up to go to the bathroom earlier.”
“Ah.” Beau pulled the drawer open so fast Dawson barely had time to remember what he’d put inside and he rolled on instinct, nearly tackling Beau in the process as he cried out.
“Wait. Stop. Don’t look in there.”
“Too late.” Beau was laughing as he shouldered Dawson off of him. “Whatever you’re hiding, I already found it.”
Dawson sat up, “No, seriously, it’s…”
“Oh my God.” Beau’s voice had gone low and serious, all joking gone and he was holding the exact thing that Dawson hadn’t wanted him to see when he sat up and turned to face him. “Is this… for me?”
Dawson scrubbed a hand over his jaw, “It was supposed to be your Christmas present.”
“My Christmas present.” Beau repeated, awe in his voice.
“Yeah, well, I was going to wrap it and give it to you next week. I wasn’t exactly planning for you to be digging through my bedside drawer in the meantime.”
Beau looked up at him then and the softness in his dark eyes made Dawson’s heart skitter wildly, “It’s beautiful.”
Dawson shrugged, “I mean, it’s not anything really special but…”
“It is.” Beau cut him off. “It is special because it’s from you, because it’s exactly what I said I wanted and you listened even when I was just making an offhand remark when we were in the store that day. You were paying attention.”
“I always pay attention to you.” Dawson admitted.
He didn’t think the leather-bound planner was anything to get all worked up about. Beau had spotted it when they were doing the registry for Gibson and Felix’s wedding and said he would love to have one like it. Dawson had gone back and bought it the next day. It’s wasn’t an extremely expensive gift and it hadn’t even been hard to find, but from the way Beau was stroking the cover and looking at it, the planner may as well have been a priceless heirloom.
“You had it embossed too?” He couldn’t be sure but he thought Beau’s voice had gone hoarse, as if he was holding back emotions.
“Yeah, I…”
Beau looked up and met his gaze again, suddenly sharp, “Wait, how did you know my first name?”
