Chapter 8Matthias realized something just as they made it inside his assigned bedroom and closed the door.
“Shit.”
“What?”
Matthias groaned. “I don’t have condoms or slick.”
Emery’s gaze bore into him. Then to Matthias’s surprise, he outright laughed. “I don’t either.”
“So much for our Christmas miracle.”
“Pretty sure Santa doesn’t plan for this sort of thing.”
“No,” Matthias agreed. He glanced toward the bed. “I have to get some stuff tomorrow anyway, I can bring things back. In the meantime, we can do some other things, we just can’t fuck.”
Emery looked uncertain, which didn’t bode well, Matthias decided.
“This could be the universe’s way of telling us this is a bad idea.”
“If Santa doesn’t care, I’d say the universe doesn’t either,” he said dryly.
Emery laughed. “Okay, point
