“So I can do this,” Sunny added.
Thisturned out to grabbing Grant’s face in both hands and pressing their lips together, a forceful kiss that knocked the breath out of Grant’s lungs, left him gasping for air as Sunny held him in place, moved his hands to grab fistfuls of the t-shirt he’d gone to bed in, held him close.
Grant’s head was spinning by the time Sunny backed off to rest their foreheads together, but he wouldn’t have had it any other way. Sunny could make his head spin every day for the rest of his life, and he’d be happy.
Because that was what he wanted.
He wanted Sunny for the rest of his life, and he’d never been so sure of anything before.
“I love you,” he said, before he could lose the nerve again. “I love you,” he repeated, enchanted by the way that sounded.
He loved Sunny.
Sunny was the one. Sunny had been the one since he’d turned up at Grant’s door and barely even judged him for answering it with his shirt in his hand.
How often did someone that perfect come along?
Sunny leaned back, grinning up at him and then turning to wave at the driver of the car he’d come in. The headlights came back on, and then the car reversed out of the driveway and disappeared down the road.
Sunny was staying.
“I love you, too,” he said. “But I amsocold.”
Grant shivered as Sunny mentioned it, his own feet turning to ice as he stood on the freezing ground.
There was really only one way to solve that.
He swooped in, grabbing Sunny by the knees and throwing him over his shoulder. Sunny cried out in surprise at first, then burst into laughter as Grant carried him inside.
It was an effort to hold his weight like this, but Sunny was worth any amount of effort. Sunny was worth everything.
“Shh,” Grant murmured as he shut the door, putting Sunny down as gently as he could. “You’ll wake the whole house.”
Sunny leaned in, pressing his cold nose against Grant’s equally chilly one. “I’ll be quiet if you’ll race me to your bedroom,” he murmured.
Grant’s eyes widened, a spark of arousal bouncing around his stomach at Sunny’s tone.
“On three?” he asked.
Sunny snorted, and then bolted for the stairs without waiting another second. Grant followed him as soon as his brain caught up with what was going on, the fog of sleeplessness finally starting to lift.
He was getting everything he wanted for Christmas.
He grinned to himself as he chased Sunny into the bedroom, closing the door behind him and then grabbing Sunny to pin him against it, holding him close as they both warmed up in the suddenly too-hot room.
It wasn’t the room, exactly. It was Sunny.
Sunny, who was looking up at him as though he was amazing.
Grant had no doubt that he had the same look in his eyes. His heart was doing all kinds of acrobatics in his chest.
“I love you,” he said again, in awe at how big the feeling was. How uncontainable it felt.
Sunny smiled the warmest, brightest smile Grant had ever seen on him. There was a lot of competition for that, since Sunny’s smiles werealwaysbright, but this one…
This one was different.
He could see in Sunny’s eyes that he was just as in awe as Grant was.
