“I liked it when we were alone,” Kit said.
“We’re alone right now,” I pointed out, taking a step toward him.
Kit wrapped his arms around me and held me close.
We’d never been the kind of friends who hugged, but I thought I knew why that was now. I’d been hoping we’d turn into the kind ofboyfriends who hugged, and this was a nice start.
“You know what I mean. I like it when we can be Kit and Andy, but now it’s Christmas and I have to be... what I am, in front of all these people. I just...”
I made a sympathetic noise, pressing a soft kiss to Kit’s cheek.
“I know. But we’ll be Kit and Andy again once we go home,” I said.
“Feels like a bloody long way away,” Kit complained.
“Hey, it’s okay,” I said, resting my head against his shoulder. “I’m here to be your difficult American boyfriend who doesn’t understand or care about your social arrangements and demands constant attention.”
“So no change, then?” Kit teased.
I laughed. “I do like it when you pay attention to me,” I admitted. “I like it when we’re just Kit and Andy, too. But we’ll get through this. It’s only for a couple more days.”
Kit sighed, burying his nose in the shoulder of my coat and then taking a deep breath.
“You smell nice,” he said, apparently surprised.
“Excuse you, I always smell nice.”
“You’re wearing another of my jumpers,” Kit said. “You smell like, umm. Me. A little.”
“I smell like you’ve been all over me, because youhave.” I grinned. “And we’re totally doing that again. I’m booking a block out of your busy social schedule for tonight.”
“For sex?”
“No, to play checkers,” I said, looking up at him. “Obviouslyfor sex.”
Kit blushed that pretty seasonal red color again.
“So you like...”
“Yes, I like having sex with you. You’re hot, and you’re sweet, I like every inch of your body, and I likeyou, more importantly. I like making you hot, making you come, and cuddling with you after. Ireallylike that you cuddle, not everyone does.”
“I was worried you might feel I was too clingy.”
“Not for a second. I like clingy Kit. I like the idea that you’re all mine.”
“I won’t be able to be all yours over Christmas,” Kit said, apologetic.
“I can wait,” I said. “And for the record, you’re allowed to keep... having friends, and stuff. As long as I get a little alone time with you.”
“We live together,” Kit said. “You’ll have to keep spending an awful lot of time with me.”
“We can have sleepovers.” I beamed at him.
“We’ve been having nightly sleepovers for three years.”
“And you’ve never once painted my nails and told me which boys you liked!” I laughed.
“Well,youwere the boy I liked,” Kit defended. “Might’ve been terribly awkward.”
