Page 198 of Rookie Attraction

He steps out of the bedroom and returns a minute later with our Christmas gifts. There are two boxes with my name on them and I shake my head.

“I can’t believe you bought me more than one gift. What did we agree on?”

“I’m entitled to spoil my boyfriend.”

“But I didn’t⁠—”

He leans over and silences me with a passionate kiss. When we finally pull apart, his sexy smile makes my brain melt.

“I forgot what I was saying.”

“Good. Start opening.”

Sel hands me a small box, and then a larger, heavier package.

“If you insist,” I reply and take the small box first, ripping the paper off in one go and throwing it to the floor.

“Messy in this too?” Sel quips.

I grin. “Get used to it.”

Holding the black case up to my ear, I shake it and listen. Sel elbows me.

“Finn,” he warns.

“What?” I offer an innocent look. “Alright, I’m opening, I’m opening.”

When I see the name Cartier on the red box, I pause. Shit, this is going to be expensive, and I didn’t get him anything nearly as nice. Opening the lid, I reach inside and hold up the gift. It’s a gold keyring shaped like a puck, with the NY Rush logo at the bottom.

“It’s beautiful.”

“I had it custom made.” He smiles. “You have my key, so I thought it was fitting.”

Then I notice it’s engraved with my initials on one side and his on the other.

“Wait, what’s the ‘A’ stand for?”

“You wanted to know my middle name so… it’s Ambroos.”

Say what?

“Wow, I thought Hubert was bad.”

He chuckles. “I’ll tell my mom you think so.”

“Don’t you dare.”

I pinch his shoulder and follow it up with a kiss.

“Open the next one.”

He taps the large box, but I have no idea what it could be. Without pause, I tear the wrapping paper with gusto and fling it away. When I push aside the lid and the tissue paper, I see what I think is a rash guard. But when I pull it out of the box, it turns out I’m wrong.

It’s a wetsuit.

“Holy shit, does this mean⁠—”

“You, me, off season, Mexico.” Sel nods. “I’ll turn you into a surfer in no time.”