Page 21 of Jasha
Chapter Twelve
Jasha
Jasha reconsidered what he had consented to with Kaleb while they sat side by side in the limo. Not that he didn’t want to, but he felt terribly disloyal to his father for his feelings. Before this mess with his father, Jasha had a massive crush on Kaleb. It’s not like he’d manufactured these feelings after what happened. They lingered after his monthly visits. He didn’t remember Kaleb giving him any special attention, but itsure gave him plenty of fuel for his fantasies when he wanted to get off alone.
“Jasha, you’re awfully quiet. Did you change your mind?” Kaleb whispered into his ear.
Jasha took his hand and whispered, “I want to call you Daddy Kaleb in bed if that’s okay?”
“Yes. Yes. That’s music to my ears. Nothing will happen that you don’t want.”
“Can we have a glass of wine before we go to bed?”
“Of course we can.”
Once they got home, Arlo and Frankie disappeared up the stairs so fast Jasha and Kaleb had barely removed their jackets.
“I guess they’re in a hurry,” Jasha said.
“Yes, they haven’t been together for the last week while Arlo was away on business here. Frankie flew in from New York this afternoon.”
Jasha placed his gloves inside his jacket and then wrapped the scarf around the jacket once it was hanging on the hook. Kaleb did the same.
“Do you want to have a glass of wine in the living room or in my room?”
“In your room.”
Kaleb took Jasha’s hand as they walked up the spiral staircase to his room.
“Red or white wine?”
“Red, Daddy Kaleb.”
Kaleb’s smile lit up the room as he poured them each a glass of wine.
“You have no idea how it makes me feel when you call me that.” He handed him his drink.
Jasha stood by the large window, glass of wine in hand, gazing out at serene Lake Tahoe. The surrounding room was bathed in the soft glow of Christmas lights, creating a warm,festive atmosphere. Kaleb’s bedroom was a haven of masculine elegance, adorned in rich forest greens. The deep green curtains framed the window, complementing the dark wooden furniture and the plush emerald-hued bedding. The scent of pine from the Christmas tree in the corner mingled with the crisp winter air seeping through the slightly open window. Jasha had never witnessed such an abundance of beautifully decorated Christmas trees in a single home as he had in this one.
As Jasha took a sip of his wine, he felt a warm presence beside him. Kaleb joined him, wrapping an arm around his waist. They stood in silence for a moment, taking in the twinkling lights reflecting off the lake.
“Tonight was perfect,” Jasha said softly, leaning into Kaleb’s embrace.
Kaleb smiled, his eyes twinkling with the same warmth as the lights. “It was. I loved dancing with you.”
Jasha turned to face him, their faces inches apart. “You know, I never thought I’d enjoy dancing so much with you. But tonight, it felt…magical.”
Kaleb chuckled, brushing a strand of hair from Jasha’s face. “You were amazing out there. I couldn’t take my eyes off you.”
Jasha experienced a warmth that had nothing to do with the wine. “I felt the same way. Every step, every turn…it was like we were in our own little world.”
Kaleb’s gaze softened, and he leaned in to kiss Jasha gently. “I’m glad you’re here with me. This Christmas is special because of you.”
Jasha smiled, his heart swollen with affection. “And it’s special for me too, Daddy Kaleb.”
They stood there, wrapped in each other’s arms, the world outside forgotten as they cherished the quiet, intimate moment in the glow of the Christmas lights.
“Let’s sit down at the little table and talk.” Kaleb pointed to the table in front of another window. Once they were seated facing each other, each with their glass of wine, he spoke again. “There are some things I want to ask you before we go to bed.”
