Chapter 9The next morning was so domestic, Rafael could’ve cried. Ashton was making baked oats for breakfast with apple and cinnamon, and Rafael was doing some work at the kitchen table while sipping on coffee. There was Christmas music softly playing in the background since Ashton had put on the radio while cooking, and the house smelled of the Christmas tree, cinnamon, and coffee.
Never had he dreamed his life would turn out this way after he’d run away from Blake. Everything was moving quickly, and he feared Ashton would change his mind, but he tried to enjoy it while it lasted.
Ashton walked up behind him and kissed the back of his neck. “Megan will come this afternoon to help us carry your stuff.”
“Oh, better get the lights up on the railing before then.”
Ashton chuckled. “You’re
