He’s persistent and too fucking happy for whatever goddamn time it is. Even pulling the blankets over my head doesn’t deter him.

“But ,” he whines. “It’s the fourth day of Christmas…”

I groan.

Really?

He woke me up so I’d give him his next gift?

Ugh.

He laughs and pulls the blankets down. “You started it.”

“Coffee first,” I mumble.

The blankets rustle, the bed dips and he’s gone. I hear him take the steps and then I hear him in the kitchen. I roll over, lean down and take his gift out from under the bed.

When he comes back with his peace offering of steaming caffeine, I’m leaning against the headboard and have his gift on his pillow.

He grins like a child, all excited and bouncy. He hands me the coffee and jumps onto his side of the bed, making me nearly spill hot coffee all over me.

He doesn’t apologize. Hell, I don’t even think he realized.

He wiggles himself against the backboard with his present in his lap. And my too-early-in-the-morning-for-this-shit attitude fades away when he looks at me and grins.

He’s really fucking beautiful.

I chuckle and shake my head at him, and he tears into the wrapping. A slow smile spreads across his face, and he flips through the pages of the book.

“I didn’t think it was appropriate for work,” I explain.

He chuckles. “Mmm, page twenty-seven looks interesting,” he says, holding the book up and tilting his head.

“Page seventy-six is my personal favorite,” I tell him, nonchalantly sipping my coffee.

He quickly turns the pages of The Gay Kama Sutra to page seventy-six. He looks at the picture for a while, licks his lips and hums. “I can see why you’d like it.”

I sip my coffee and smile.

Cameron speaks without looking from the book. “Luc?”

“Yeah?”

“Put your coffee down.”

I barely have time to put the mug on my bedside table before he does page seventy-six to me, and when I think he couldn’t possibly better it, he does page twenty-seven.

Jesus.

I spend the fourth day of Christmas in bed, certain of one thing…my boy sure can fuck.

DECEMBER 18TH

ON THE FIFTH DAY OF CHRISTMAS…

Cameron sleeps in on Sunday,so waking up to find him still beside me is not altogether uncommon. But him waking up to find me tying his wrists to the bed head is.

“Uh, Luc?” he asks, still sleepy. “Babe, whatcha doing?”