Gift of You

<p><strong style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Matthew</strong></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Since the death of my wife a year ago I've led a quiet life running a small town book store and narrating audio books on the side. At least it </span><em style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>was</em><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)> quiet until a nearly naked man came knocking on my door just two days before Christmas. </span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Louis is vibrant and brash but there's also a loneliness in his eyes that looks suspiciously like the loneliness in my own. And when preparing to narrate a queer romance has me questioning my own sexuality it's Louis who's occupying my new fantasies.</span></p><p><strong style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Louis</strong></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>There's no bigger reminder of your perma-bachelor status than spending the holidays with your family. Thankfully an out-of-town wedding becomes the perfect excuse to escape. That is until I find myself on the doorstep of the broody man living next door to my rental. </span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>All evidence points to Matthew being straight but when a Christmas confession proves otherwise I make an offer that soon has me realizing I might be in over my head.</span></p><p><em style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>I'm only here for the week but I'm starting to think I might want forever. </em></p><p></p><p></p>