Page 14 of A DIY Christmas Miracle
“Hmm? Like… uh… oh, sure.” I nodded jerkily and hurried to catch up with Will.
His hand had been inches away from my cock. It’d been the most intimate contact we’d had in two-and-a-half years. If only it hadn’t been for such a trivial purpose…
Well, chances were it wouldn’t be our most intimate contact for long. Tonight, a snowstorm would hit, and then we’d have a lot of time on our hands to get to know each other, the shared dangerous and exciting experience hopefully bringing us even closer together.
My heart skipped a beat as Will opened the door to our cabin.
It looked exactly like the photos. Everything was very rustic, but it had a friendly, inviting, and cozy feel to it. On the left, a wide hallway opened to the living room. There was a group of couches as well as a large TV mounted on one wall and a fireplace adorning the other one. A truly monstrous set of antlers hung above the mantel, giving it all a very clichéd feeling. Like someone had thought, ‘Huh, what’s missing in this wooden cabin? Oh, I know! We don’t have any dead animal parts hanging around yet.’ Though, I had to admit, it definitely didn’t look out of place. And if I added Christmas ornaments, it’d probably look less intimidating.
I placed the box with Christmas decorations on the coffee table while dropping my bags to the floor.
“Do you want to sit down, Eli? I can unload the rest on my own. Your knee still looks awfully swollen. I’ll have a look at it as soon as I’m done getting everything from the car.”
“First you’re rummaging in my pockets and now you want me to drop my pants for you? You know, I usually only do that after the third date,” I said dryly before even realizing what I’d said.
Oh no. Oh no, no, no. I hadn’t seriously said that, had I? Please no.
Heat flooded my cheeks. I turned as fast as I could with my throbbing knee, which really wasn’t that fast at all but hopefully fast enough that Will didn’t see my face turning beet red from mortification.
Fleeing the cabin was really my only choice, so I did just that, heading back out into the snow and walking around the house, examining the small shed at the back where the firewood was stored. The lady from the rental agency had explained via email that we should have plenty of wood for the duration of our stay. From the looks of it, Will and I could be snowed in till May without running out of wood to heat the place up.
After I was certain my cheeks were no longer beet red from anything other than the cold, or could be easily explained away by it, I trudged back to Will’s truck.I found him already in the process of unloading the Christmas tree.
“Let me help you!”
Will paused for a moment, pushing his oversized glasses back up on his nose in typical Will-fashion and shrugged.
“I don’t want you to overextend yourself. I can manage,” he said and started pulling on the trunk of the tree again.
Yeah, I could see exactly how he managed — not well. Will wasn’t a huge mountain of a man with muscles upon muscles. He wasn’t the type who could just rip trees out of the ground or, you know, carry pre-cut Christmas trees out of a pickup on his own.
“Don’t be silly.” I was even less muscular than Will and a couple of inches shorter at that, but the two of us combined might equal one muscular gym rat.
“You need to take it easy.”
“I will. In a minute.” I rolled my eyes even though I kinda enjoyed him fussing over me. On the one hand, I didn’t want him to see me as weak, helpless, ordelicate. On the other hand, having him care about me warmed me from the inside. It showed I meant something to him, right?
I’d just help get this stupid… fucking… prickly… stupid tree into the cabin.
It fucking hurt. The net that the tree was wrapped up in might keep the branches close to the trunk, but the individual needles still managed to poke through the fine-mesh net and right through my shirt.
It was official: I was a fool for my choice of clothes.
But I gritted my teeth and ignored my protesting, aching knee and the prickly pine needles. Somehow, Will and I were able to get the monstrosity of a tree into the cabin. If I didn’t know better, I would’ve sworn the tree had been smaller when we bought it.
“Now we just have to set it up and decorate the living room.”
“And put the groceries away… and bake cookies,” I added. “And, most importantly, we need to choose our room. Since we’re the first ones here, we can pick the best room. Come on, let’s have a look!”
“How about this one?”
I’d just heaved my luggage up the stairs — and damn me for reassuring Will my fucking knee was fucking fine while it fucking wasn’t — when I heard Will’s voice coming from one of the rooms.
Following his voice, I entered the second room on the right and eyed the room critically.
Single beds.
Even worse:bunk beds.
