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Someone places a kiss on my forehead before whispering, “Merry Christmas.”

Wild I don’t even know who exactly, because I’m in bed with two sweet, sexy men, and their morning whispered voices sound so alike to my sleepy brain.

“Merry Christmas,” I respond with a smile as I blink open my eyes. I’m resting my head on Joey’s chest, so it must have been him.

Patrick also has his thick arm wrapped around me from behind, and he kisses the back of my head. “Merry Christmas, everyone. Sleep okay?”

“Amazing,” I confirm. I’m sure the number of orgasms I’ve had this week has only helped with that. We haven’t even left the cabin since we got back from getting hot chocolate after the snowmobiles the other day. Joey cooked a delicious meal for us, and after, we ended the night with more sex.

The next day Patrick insisted we build a snowman. One thing led to another, and that ended with us naked in the sauna, sucking each other’s dicks while trying not to pass out from the exertion in the heat. After, Patrick made us dinner, and I made him the cranberry margs I’d promised before we ended the night with a very close game of Monopoly that Joey definitely won, despite Patrick claiming he must have been cheating as the banker.

Yesterday they woke me up with another blow job before we spent the afternoon making Christmas cookies, which of course became a competitive event to see who could make the best one. I was shocked when I actually won both of their votes with my favorite red velvet peppermint bark recipe, but the cookies were very good.

I had suggested the morning blow job earlier in the week, but I’m realizing there really is no flirty teasing with these two. If I tell them I want something, even in a joking way, they take me seriously. Almost like they want to give me anything and everything I want.

I’m basically living the dream. At least for this week.

But I also haven’t been able to stop my mind from wandering back to Patrick’s comment about us spending next Christmas together. Have I become their latest holiday tradition? Or is it possible they might want to repeat this sooner than that?

I’ve wanted to text Tara about it, see what she thinks, but every time I go to take my phone out, Joey or Patrick end up distracting me, and I forget all about texting in favor of enjoying my time with them.

I’m very willing to plan weekend trips for us, as many as they’ll let me if it means I get to experience this again. But I’ve also wondered if they might consider bending their rules even more than they already have for me. If they’d consider having some fun in New York, even.

Joey did say I’ve always been important to them, and hearing his version of how we met was incredible—I had no idea I’d had such an impact.

But fuck, I need to stop getting my hopes up.

Even if I’m very tempted to “jokingly” tell them all I really want for Christmas is for them to drop their vacation rule so we can keep doing this in the city.

I won’t.

That’s not a casual suggestion. I value our friendship and respect their relationship too much to imply I think I belong as a more permanent part of it.

“So, what’s the plan for today?” I ask, trying to live in the moment. “Are we staying here again? The Christmas movie marathon yesterday was so much fun.”

“We actually wanted to talk to you about that,” Joey starts. “Can we figure it out over some breakfast?”

“Sure,” I agree easily before climbing out of bed. I’m still only in my underwear, so I ask, “Should I get dressed first or…?”

“I’d prefer you never do,” Patrick responds with a wink as he walks past me to the stairs in only his boxers, so I laugh and follow as-is.

When we’re all seated at the table with plates of scrambled eggs and bacon, Joey glances at Patrick with a small smile, and if I didn’t know any better, I’d think he looked nervous. He clears his throat and turns to me. “Scotty, we wanted to talk to you about going on a date with us today.”

“Oh, if you guys wanted to do a Christmas date, you don’t have to worry about me, I can give you alone time,” I assure them, hoping that my smile covers up the sinking disappointment in my gut at the thought of missing out on any of the short time we have left together since we’re leaving tomorrow.

Patrick reaches across the round table to take my hand in his. He smiles as he meets my gaze, looking amused. “No, Scotty, we’re trying to ask you if you’d like to go on a date with us. I know we all agreed not to do presents, but all we’d really like for Christmas is for you to go on a date with us.”

Joey nods, then continues. “Like the three of us on a romantic date together.”

I squint at him as I try to process his question, because surely I’m misunderstanding something here. There’s no way they’re actually suggesting what I want them to be. What in the world could I realistically offer them that they don’t already get from each other? “I’m sorry, I don’t understand.”

Joey speaks up first. “We want to date you. If you’re open to it. I think we’ve mentioned our radical honesty rule, and after talking to each other, we realized that we both care about you in a way that goes beyond the friendship hookup arrangement we’ve had so far. We’d like to explore that if you’re open to it.”

I blink a few times as I wait for my mouth to catch up with my mind. They care about me romantically?

That can’t possibly be the case. I know I’m not that special.