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  Matt blinked hard. He was grinning now. Really broadly. His jaw must have ached from it. “So, now you find the words? You’ve never said anything about us being official. I was never sure if you just saw us as—”

  “Those friends with benefits?”

  “Yeah.”

  “No. It was always more. Like I said, I just didn’t listen to how I really felt. But… now I do tonight, for some reason. Must be Santa’s magic.” Harry rubbed his fingers along the edge of the mysterious scarf. “If I believed in that crap.”

  Matt slid his arm around Harry’s waist, still padded inside his coat and gloves. “I love you too.”

  “Yeah, like I didn’t already know that. Who else would pick up my socks?” Harry scoffed but he felt ridiculously, head-swimmingly, hugely happy. “But have you been waiting for me to admit it, all this time?”

  Matt shrugged. “Like you said, it was always more than just fun. But—it is fun, isn’t it?”

  “All year long,” Harry agreed, giving Matt his best sexy leer.

  “So. Not such a torturous wait for me, I’d say.” And Matt gave him his best lascivious waggly-eyebrows look in return.

  Harry burst out laughing. “Can we start celebrating the anniversary soon?”

  Matt gave a long, happy sigh. “Yeah. I can always shop for your present in the January sales.”

  Harry shook his head. “No. I don’t want you to. You don’t need to. All I want for Christmas is you, Matt.”

  Matt blinked hard. “And that you’ve got.”

  Harry nodded, letting out a breath of relief, and pushing Matt’s coat impatiently off his shoulders. “So that’s my present to you. And, apparently, you to me. Unwrapped. Or you will be, soon.” He nudged his knee against Matt’s, guiding him back toward the sofa.

  “As long as the boiler keeps going, of course. Don’t want my receptors frozen up again, do I?” Matt let himself be guided without any protest at all. His eyes glinted pretty wickedly and with a huge amount of promise. “And do I get to unwrap you, too?”

  “You better.” Harry barely recognised the strange growling noise in the back of his throat. “Just take those damn yeti gloves off and get started.”

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  About Clare London

  Clare London took her pen name from the city where she lives, loves, and writes. A lone, brave female in a frenetic, testosterone-fuelled family home, she juggles her writing with her other day job as an accountant.

  She’s written in many genres and across many settings, with award-winning novels and short stories published both online and in print. She says she likes variety in her writing while friends say she’s just fickle, but as long as both theories spawn good fiction, she’s happy. Most of her work features male/male romance and drama with a healthy serving of physical passion, as she enjoys both reading and writing about strong, sympathetic, and sexy characters.

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