HOLLY
“And I say if we’re going to have Christmas here, we’ve gotta have a tree…”
Bradley’s statement was punctuated by him stuffing a quarter of a pancake into his mouth. His jaw moved vigorously, trying to win the ensuing battle.
“I just don’t have one,” shrugged Logan.
“Not even a fake one, up in the attic?”
Our host shot my youngest lover the dirtiest of looks. “A fake Christmas tree is f*****g blasphemy,” he said. “Might as well install the Yule Log app on your phone and we could sit around watching it, rather than light the fireplace.”
Scraping the last egg off his plate with a fork, Dylan laughed. “I don’t think that’s quite the same thing, bro.”
“Whatever.”
It was truly hilarious, the breakfast conversation so far. We’d debated the power of vampires vs. werewolves, whether
