Chapter 10
On Christmas Day, the streets were quiet and blanketed with snow. Christy looked out of the bedroom window, careful to stand back so no one could see him, onto the still dark morning.
“What are you doing?” Lawrence’s voice was gravelly with sleep and it made Christy’s stomach flip. They had spent the night wrapped in each other’s arms. Actually slept together in the same bed. Something Christy had never in his life experienced before with a lover. There was, he had discovered, nothing quite like waking in the morning wrapped around the naked body of the man he loved.
“Looking.”
“You will get cold, the fire’s almost out.”
Christy pulled the curtains back swiftly and then jumped back into Lawrence’s bed. “I’ll see to the fire in a minute. There, I can see you now,” he said. A
