Grant slid around the corner and ducked behind the woodshed, taking a moment to catch his breath. He grabbed a handful of snow, ready in case Hope or Sunny followed him.
He knew he was the easy target. He was both bigger and slower than Julia, and less likely to be able to defend himself.
Besides, he hated confrontation.
Just as he was thinking that, Sunny appeared around the corner, a perfect snowball in his hand.
Grant glanced at his own sad attempt, hesitating to throw anything at Sunny.
He realized that was a mistake as Sunny's snowball hit him in the shoulder. All the same, he dropped his own and held his hands up.
“Will you accept a surrender? I'm not much of a fighter.”
Sunny chewed on his lip, humming. “Do I get to set terms?”
“What do you want?” Grant asked.
Sunny stepped toward him, closing the gap between them in two strides.
“This,” Sunny said, darting in close to press their lips together before Grant could react.
Not that he would have stopped it. Kissing Sunny was, above all else, a relief. Sunny didn’t regret last night.
At least, if he did, he had a funny way of showing it.
Grant laughed happily as Sunny broke off, humming when he leaned in again, cold lips warming up as Sunny’s tongue darted out to sweep across them, encouraging Grant to give him access to his mouth.
Warmth flared up in Grant’s gut, too. Before Sunny, he’d almost forgotten what real arousal felt like. Nothing turned him on like Sunny did.
He wasn’t sure anything ever had. Sunny was so perfect, and his lips were so soft, and his mouth was so warm.
He looked great naked, too.
Above all else, he waskind. Kind to Grant in a way no man had ever been.
Normally, Grant was a cautious man. He didn’t like to rock the boat, or take unnecessary risks, or do anything that might make people raise an eyebrow.
When it came to Sunny, though, he didn’t care. Sunny was a risk worth taking.
“I like thiswaybetter than a snowball to the face,” Grant said, resting his hands on Sunny’s waist to keep him close.
“I was going to drop a handful of snow down the back of your sweater, but that seemed a little cruel. You’re at a disadvantage.”
“Disadvantage?” Grant raised an eyebrow. Sunny had told him off for calling himself old every time the subject had come up, and now he was at adisadvantage?
“You hesitated because you’re too nice,” Sunny said. Even though it was phrased like a criticism, Grant could see it wasn’t. Sunny was smiling at him as though he was the best thing in the universe.
That felt so good. Grant didn’t know what to do with all the feelings he suddenly had around Sunny, but he didn’t hate them at all.
He wanted more. As much more as Sunny would give him.
“Maybe I’m nice so you’d feel bad dropping snow down the back of my sweater?”
Sunny shook his head. “No, you can’t help it. And I like you too much to betray you like that.”
Grant beamed at that, his heart swelling in his chest. It made him feel sogoodto hear that Sunny liked him. He wanted to keep hearing that.
With a surge of confidence, he reeled Sunny in by the front of his sweater, kissing him harder than before, nipping at his lower lip and enjoying the soft, needy sound he made in response, the warmth of his body.
