Page 45 of A Little Christmas: Rivi
“Yes. No one ever explained it to me like that. Not even stuff I’ve read or seen online.”
“We call it kink because it’s what we fantasize, those of us who partake. It’s a need, part of who we are. The fantasies aren’t lying, just stories to help us achieve what we want in a safe and consensual way.”
“I like how you talk about it. You make things make sense.” Rivi swung his arm, taking mine up and back with it. “I’m so happy I met you.”
“I’m happy I met you.”
“It’s such a pretty Christmas day. Everything sparkles. Oh! Look! A rabbit!” He pointed with his free hand.
I saw the cottontail disappear into a frosted bush. Otherwise, everything was silent. Like the entire world had found peace for one day. It was magical.
When we returned to the house, we took off our snowy boots and left them by the front door to dry along with our coats and scarves. We went to the dining room to find lunch being set up. I didn’t realize we’d been gone for so long.
We went up to the fire to warm ourselves. Rivi was shivering.
“We stayed out too long,” I said.
“I loved it.” He stood closer to the hearth.
We had thick turkey sandwiches for lunch. Tonight, we would miss the big Christmas dinner, but we would be fine. I made sure the restaurant we were going to was open on Christmas. It was, as so many establishments were these days. In the past that wasn’t the case, but businesses found that people enjoyed going out on holidays. I still felt sorry for the employees.
Rivi spent the afternoon in the lounge with Ozzy and Maddy, who wanted to show him their presents. I tagged along and watched as only a good daddy would.
By five o’clock, as the sun started to set, I got up and reminded Rivi we had to get ready.
He jumped up, clapping his hands. “I’m so excited.”
I went straight to my room and put on my best suit. As I was straightening my tie, my phone beeped. It was a text from Rivi.
Rivi:I need help. I don’t know what to wear.
Briar:On my way.
I knockedon the door to his room. Immediately, it opened.
Rivi stood before me in a bathrobe looking frazzled. When I glanced past his shoulder to the room, his bed was piled with clothes, and his suitcase was strewn on the floor.
This boy needed a daddy. Badly.
“What’s going on? Did a sudden windstorm hit?”
Rivi stood aside to let me in. He bounced on his feet. “It’s my first date and I want to be prefect. I don’t know what to wear.”
I shut the door behind me and followed him into the room. “First off, there’s no such thing as perfection. Second, did all these clothes come from that one little suitcase?”
“Not all of them. Ozzy left some for me to look through. They’re wonderful, but…”
“But what?”
“His are so elegant.” He looked me up and down. “You look elegant. Should I match?”
“You sound unsure. Pick what you like.” I picked up a beautiful black blazer. “Is this one Ozzy’s?”
Rivi squinted at it. “Yeah.”
“It’s nice.”
“It’s black.”
