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And as he moved in and out of me in a delicious rhythm, I happened to glance at one of the glass ornaments.

Damn.

But we looked good together.

Damn good.

Never has it been this good.

Just as I thought that I felt his lips skimming along my spine as he said huskily, “Never had it this fucking good.”

The blankets were in a disarray, tangled around our legs. His sweat mingled with mine.

And never have I hungered for another person’s touch like I do with Saint.

And there, as the fire danced in the candlelight, my head pillowed on his chest, I whispered, “I love you too, Benjamin.”

And I did.

It didn’t make any sense. I knew that.

But with us... It just did.

His lips skimmed the top of my head, placing a kiss there.

But not before he whispered into the top of my head, “Mon coeur means my heart.”

Which caused my breath to stall in my lungs.

His arms tightened.

“Never letting you go,” I heard him whisper as I fell into a dream-filled sleep.

That consisted of images of Saint and Soraya.

And maybe a little boy that looked just like Saint.

Thanks to the man I called mine, anything was possible.

Magic was in the air and all around us this holiday season.

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Thanksgiving has never looked more different.

I stood there leaning against the back of the bar after helping Agatha prepare a huge feast.

Soraya was the only child in attendance, and seeing that Saint had claimed both of us, they were treating her like family.

Saint made his way over to me after speaking to Nuke about something.

He wrapped me in his arms and pressed a kiss on my temple.

I gazed up at him and smiled.

‘I’m a Saint... until you fuck with what’s mine.’

– Saint’s Secret Thoughts.

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