Page 7 of Calling from the Heart
“I bought it when we were…last winter.”
“Oh.” Jeb laughed. “I thought maybe Jen had gotten it. She likes it in her coffee.” But now he remembered the little jar of cocoa with the dried marshmallows in it that Owen had bought at that ridiculous shop at the ski lodge they’d spent a weekend making love in instead of skiing. “The ski lodge.”
“Yes. We never even put on snow pants.” Owen’s cheeks were burning. “It was a great weekend.”
“It was. Hot buttered rum. Hot tub. Hot sex.” They had stopped at the shop on the way out just to buy something to prove they’d been there.
“Yeah.” Owen blushed, studiously making their cocoa. “Thank you for letting me have the bed. The snow is still falling like crazy.”
“No problem.” Snowed in the day after Thanksgiving with his pregnant back in his life again lover? Hell yes.
“I—I should probably go home soon, but…”
Oh, he liked the sound of that ‘but’.
“But we have leftovers. And it’s snowing.” See him be all coaxing. “And I have electricity, and we can cuddle on the sofa.”
“Can we watch Christmas movies?”
“Do I get to slipDie Hardin at some point?”
“Yes. Can we make goofy turkey sandwiches with cranberry sauce?”
“We can. I like stuffing on them too.”
“Oh, me too. On rolls.”
Jeb chuckled. “I have brown and serve. I was supposed to take them yesterday, but I forgot.”
“Okay…I’d love that. I’ve missed spending time with you.”
“Oh, me too, baby. I’ve missed everything about you.” He wasn’t angry, though. Not since he’d seen how scared Owen had been.
Owen brought him his cocoa, motioning toward the sofa. “Can I… Or we can snuggle in bed. No strings. Just snuggling.”
“I like that even better. It’s warmer in there.” He had a down style comforter and a little gas log in the bedroom.
Not to mention a huge TV and the most amazing bed on earth. He loved his bedroom. He thought Owen did too.
“Come on, baby. Let’s do it.”
Owen led the way, and soon they were in the bed, Owen right there, snuggled up next to him. They would have sammies later, but he had grabbed their drinks and a box of Pop-Tarts. That way they could have some food.
“You don’t even like brown sugar cinnamon Pop-Tarts, love.”
“You do.” Owen needed to eat. He was eating for two.
“I do.” Owen smiled, and it made him feel ten thousand feet tall.
“Well, there you go. What should we watch first?”
“Let’s ease into it. MaybeKlaus?”
“Sure.” Jeb turned on the TV.
Owen was warm against him, heavy and sweet, sipping his drink and chuckling at the movie. God, he was adorable, and Jeb felt like his world had shifted back into focus, into rightness. He’d missed Owen too damn much.
He needed to think about this — about the reasons why Owen had walked away from him, about how to communicate so it didn’t happen again.
