Chapter 4Christmas!
Dawson’s eyes popped open as a thrill buzzed through him.
For a hazy moment, he wondered if his parents were awake and if they’d be all going to the beach that afternoon like usual. His mom must be up, he could smell something frying.
He blinked and the stone ceiling overhead swam into focus.
Ah, that’s right, he wasn’t a kid anymore, and he wasn’t in Florida. He did wish he could tell that kid that one day it’d be him blasting off on a rocket and that he shouldn’t worry so much about being gay because his parents hadn’t been shocked when he’d came out. Also that there were things to look forward to, like being in a castle with a handsome Scotsman.
The scent of cinnamon still hung in the air.
Dawson sat up and stretched, grinning at the near foot of snow that lay
