Rob was up to something. Eli twigged when he refused to hand over Eli’s presents in front of the rest of his family that morning, despite pretty much sticking his tongue down Eli’s throat and groping him pretty obscenely in thanks for the T-shirt Eli had bought him. And the knowledge was doubled-up by Rob ducking out of helping cook by saying, “Gotta give Eli his present, don’t I?”
Eli was expecting a f**k, frankly, but not to be told to put his boots and coat on and led out into the snow.
“Even I’m not up for a shag out here,” he said, his breath misting in the air and his lungs stalling for a moment. It was bitterly cold, a looming grey sky promising more snow, and Rob’s Suzuki buried to the bonnet.
“That’s not your present,” Rob said, taking Eli’s gloved hand in his. “C’mon. Let’s wa
