It’s the most horrible time of the year.
Smooches under mistletoes and tacky reindeer decorations.
Newly single, Davey has had enough of wasting his love and having his heart broken. Better to be single, he decides. No more dates. No more falling in love. No more dreaming of happy ever afters. Those are for movies.
And then Avery steps into his life, bringing care, compassion, and tenderness in his path.
Davey’s so tempted to hope again. But can an online date and a brief encounter turn into anything other than an ephemeral sexual encounter?
Is there a future for them? Will Avery stay? And most importantly, can Davey bear to offer up his heart to the season’s love—just one more time?
Hey, you! Thanks for the most beautiful evening I’ve ever had,
read the message from Avery.
An infectious smile crept up on him as he read the message, his fingers
hovering over the buttons before he knew to control them. I had the best
time, also. Hope to see you again soon.
The reply came in a nanosecond. When?
Davey laughed. This guy.
He settled on his couch and turned the TV on. He flipped to a music
channel and returned his attention to his phone. He was off work tomorrow
and doing a double the following day. He really wanted to ask Avery out for
tomorrow, but he was afraid it would be too soon, that it would scare the guy
To hell with it. If it scared him away, Davey didn’t need to bother.
I’m free tomorrow, he said.
He watched as a pop rendition of “Jingle Bells” displayed on the screen
when his phone popped.
I’m working all day, but I’ll ask around for cover. I’ll get back to
you on that one.
Okay, Davey replied simply.
Can’t wait to see you again, Avery said.
Me neither, Davey texted.
He assumed the conversation was at a still until Avery knew if he could
make it tomorrow. It wasn’t.
I miss you.
The message hit him with surprise. It wasn’t often guys wore their
hearts on their sleeve and displayed their emotions so blatantly, so quick.
Was he being more sexual than Davey had determined he was? Or was he
simply taking a leap of faith and hoping it took off?
He didn’t know how to reply. The more he thought of Avery, however,
the more he realized the statement held true for him too. He’d only known
the guy for three hours, and he couldn’t get Avery’s cute smile and beautiful
eyes off his mind. It was strange. A peculiar feeling that he could get used
I miss you too. Wish you were here with me so I could look into
your eyes again.
Avery responded immediately. 🙂 you are amazing.
I know :P, he replied.
And cocky from the looks of it, Avery said.
If only you knew how much 😛
The TV played endless Christmas tunes, and Davey was so engulfed in
the chat that the sound irritated him.
“Fucking Christmas!” he said as he switched the set off and was
surrounded by silence again. Silence, but not solitude. Avery was still on the
other side of the phone texting something.
Would you be okay if we Skyped? I can’t sleep yet and I want to
see your face before I go to bed, it said.
Davey didn’t know how he felt about Skyping. He’d done naughty
things on Skype. Only if you keep your hands where I can see them, he
Prize: A Christmas Hamper filled with goodies including a $5 Amazon gift card.
About the Author
Chris Ethan is a book whore. He enjoys selling his feelings for money and other pleasures and is blatantly unashamed to do so for as long as he breathes. Chris Ethan is also a persona for Rhys Christopher Ethan, author of fantasy and sci-fi. He uses Chris Ethan to share stories of adult queer romance with those who need it. Before you delve into his books however, be warned. He likes putting his characters through shitstorms and hates anything conventional. But then there’s that darned happy-ever-after. Also, he likes swearing. Deal with it!