“I’m sorry. I realize I’ve never come out and told you. I assumed you understood. So far as I’m concerned we’re a couple, and I’m looking forward to Christmas to consummate our union.”
“Well, you might have told me. I’ve been worried sick and afraid to say anything.”
I kissed him with what I hoped was enough conviction to allay any fears he had about my feelings toward him.
“As I said, I’m truly sorry I haven’t actually said it.”
“Said what?” he asked, grinning at me.
“That I love you, silly.”
He rolled me over, climbed on top, and began to kiss me enthusiastically. When we’d paused, he asked, “Then why do we have to wait until Christmas to f**k?”
“f**k? I don’t plan on f*****g you or being f****d by you, Mr. Howard. I want you to make love to me. But not until Christmas.”
“Would y
