Chapter 15
A day spent sleeping, feasting, then cuddling with Jefferson in front of the fire as they had one of their long conversations that lasted deep into the night felt like the best Christmas Micah could ever remember. In Boston, he would have had to worry about the people who stopped by to pay their regards, a stiff meal with too much food and stern glares from his parents every time he reached for wine to loosen it up, followed by a strict distribution of gifts in the front sitting room. Even now at the adult age of twenty-two, Micah was relegated to sit on the floor near the tree, allowing everyone his elder to have a proper seat, while he pretended to be excited about the clothes or oddities his family deemed appropriate for gifts.
Sitting on the floor wrapped up in a blanket w
