“Oh my God, Michael.” Cobey turned in a circle, taking in
the room. Rich carpet in warm colors, a sitting area with a couch and chairs
covered in indigo velvet, and a picture window with a view of the river,
sparkling with lights in a spectrum from white to gold to blue. Taking center
stage in the room was a king-sized bed. The creamy sheets were turned down, and
a foil-covered chocolate sat on each pillow. The whole place smelled of
cinnamon and pine.
“Like it?” Michael hugged him from behind.
Cobey turned to face him and wound his arms around Michael’s
neck. “I love it. But you shouldn’t have.”
“Anything for you.” Michael’s smile gleamed in the low
light. “Champagne?”
There had been champagne downstairs, too. “Maybe just one
glass.”
Michael kissed him on the neck and pulled Cobey toward the sofa.
The bubbly sat in an ice bucket, uncorked and ready to go—just like in the
movies. Michael poured half a flute for each of them and handed one glass to
Cobey.
“To us.” Michael’s voice had gotten a bit rough. “May this
New Year’s Eve be the first of many.”
“To us.” What else could he say? “You are the best thing to
ever happen to me.”
Michael’s blue eyes crinkled. “Ditto.”
Cobey clinked his glass against Michael’s with a musical ching. They locked gazes and each took a
sip. The bubbles tickled Cobey’s tongue, but Michael’s frank gaze had tickled
lower parts. Sensitive parts. Cobey set his champagne on the table. “I…I’d like
to try out the bed now.”
~*~
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