“Eddie, wait . . .”
He was out the door, and Milo couldn’t move because of the tray, which also had coffee and orange juice on it. He’d spill something.
“Edward Chivington, get your arse in here, unless you don’t want me paying it any more attention for the rest of the week.”
A few seconds later, Edward poked his head through the door. His face was bright red.
“I’m sorry. It just slipped out.”
“I’m glad it did.”
“Really?” He looked like an excited puppy, not a high-flying politician in his forties.
“Yes, I’d be honoured to be your boyfriend.”
“I’ve never had one before,” he said, blushing again.
“Get over here and give me a kiss, or I’m going to throw this tray off me.”
Edward walked over to the bed and leaned down to give Milo a kiss. It wasn’t as heated as it usually was between them, but there was still an excitement and sense of promise about it.
“Now, eat your breakfast. We’ve got plans.”
“Plans?”
“We’re going out.”
“Where?”
“There’s a bigger town about a forty-minute drive away. We can hopefully get something to decorate the cabin for tomorrow.”
“You want to go out together? What if someone sees us?”
“Nobody is going to know us here, but we can be cautious. I want us to do something like a normal couple before we go back home.”
Milo didn’t want to think about that. They’d been here less than twenty-four hours, and he would happily stay in this bubble forever. No press, public, or flatmates with an opinion.
“Okay. What about your breakfast?”
“Already eaten.”
“How long have you been up?”
“Couple of hours. You needed the sleep.”
“Aren’t I the younger one.?”
“Yeah, but you exerted more energy than I did last night.”
Milo laughed. Edward kissed him again and left him to eat his breakfast, which was divine. He was definitely on board with the boyfriend thing if this was the perk. This was a new side of Edward, which Milo loved. It felt domesticated and just... right. There was no other way to describe it. Ifpeople only knew what a considerate man he was, why wouldn’t they want him as their prime minister?
The drive to the next town ended up taking just over an hour. Roads were treacherous, even though it had stopped snowing. The roads were being ploughed quickly– something that wouldn’t happen in rural UK– and they were even more isolated out here. It was strange driving into the town and seeing other cars and people after being at the cabin for a day. Edward found them a place to park.
“Wrap up before we get out. Don’t let the bright sun fool you. It’s still below freezing, even during the day.”
He was such a fusspot. It was adorable that this was the same guy who’d been begging for Milo’s cock last night. He did as he was told, though, with hat, scarf, and gloves, before he got out. The ground was slippery, so he held on to the car door and eased himself up onto his feet. The last thing he wanted was to go arse over tit and break something. That would be a shitty Christmas present.
They headed for a cosy-looking cafe. Edward looked familiar with his surroundings, so he must have been here before with Derek. It was impossible for Milo to walk fast, as his entire body had gone into shock from the cold. How did people live here all the time? The entire landscape was beautiful, and there was something different about the air. It was clean for one, but you somehow felt healthier when you breathed it in. But Milo wasn’t sure he could spend months on end feeling like his balls were going to fall off even with three layers on, and it wasn’t even the heart of winter yet.
