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Eli: Of course, Trey needs help with english and I’m terrible at it.

Gareth: I wanted to spend time with you.

This. This is exactly why this wasn’t a good idea. Gareth was my employee and my boyfriend, though neither of us had confirmed the latter yet. And Trey really liked him.

What if I confessed my feelings and it blew up in my face? It would affect Trey now, too.

Eli: Well, I will be here…

Eli: While you help Trey with his english.

Gareth: *English.

Gareth: I see why you need me.

Gareth: It’s a holiday weekend, so you can have me for three whole days.

Eli: Won’t your fans miss you?

Gareth: I filmed enough to keep you busy.

Gareth: I meant them.

Eli: I’m definitely one of your fans.

Gareth: I know. I sent that on purpose, so you’d tell me how big of a fan you are.

Eli: Your biggest fan.

Gareth: Definitely the biggest.

One orgasm for me later, and one for Gareth, and I needed a shower. With the snow day and Gareth’s hole pics, I had forgotten to see if work was a thing today.

Thankfully, it was not. The office was closed.

I couldn’t remember the last time anything had made me forget about work.

How could someone consume my heart so quickly?

He’s not just someone.

Gareth was driven, compassionate, kind at his core. He was amazing with kids, spontaneous, supportive, creative…fuck, I loved all that. I loved him.

* * *

“You’re early.”

Gareth was on my doorstep, dressed for the cold, a navy wool hat pulled down to his bushy eyebrows. “I did that on purpose,” he whispered. “I thought we could try snowballing?”

Not sure why it needed to be early for that or why he was whispering. “Trey! Gareth’s here, and he wants to play in the snow.”

I pulled Gareth, who looked somewhat stunned, into the foyer and closed the door. “What’s wrong?”

“I got here early so we could fool around and now that I’ve seen you in long johns, that’s really what I want to do.” He made a grab for my ass. “I also thought Trey would still be asleep. I’m, uh, also guessing you don’t know what snowballing is.”

Was he fucking kidding?

“It’s pretty simple. You pick up some snow, roll it into a ball, and throw it at someone. Isn’t that what you meant? We’re going to play in the snow with Trey.”