protest.
“Holiday’s over – no sitting in Father Christmas’ lap and asking for things.” Hudson gave a little shiver though and pulled Will’s arms around his waist.
“You can ask for whatever you want, little boy.” Will pressed his lips against the cool skin of Hudson’s back.
Hudson laughed, the vibrations transferring to Will. He liked it.
“I favor a warm bed so I think that’s where I’ll head back to. Don’t want to disturb you.”
“No disturbance occurring. The urge woke me and I had to obey the muse.”
“Mmmm.”
“What?” Will gave him a little poke.
“I was hoping to put in an application to be your muse. But I don’t recall poking you with any urges,” he teased.
“Ba-dum-dum.” Will tapped out a rim shot on Hudson’s abs. “You can be my muse, don’t worry.”
“Thank heavens. I don’t have a job otherwise.” It was light but Will hugged him tighter anyway.
“My benefits package is enormous.”
“Braggart.” Hudson laughed and Will felt accomplished.
“All that, a drafty loft and a crazy writer past deadline – I’m telling you, you’ve traded up baby.”
Hudson shifted on Will’s lap, something sexy and sweet at once. Like a cuddle with promise. “I did,” he said softly.
They were quiet for a few moments, Will absorbing Hudson’s bulk – comforting them both. This was a risk for both of them. It was fast and furious and scary to take a chance on someone in such a short period of time.
Will didn’t do crazy things generally. Hudson apparently had done one crazy thing in his life. Maybe that made it better. They were both running through this crazy field, hand in hand, taking the chance together.
Then Will considered his options – back to bed with boyfriend . Write. An obvious choice.
But Hudson made his decision for him. He stood up, still holding onto Will’s hands – and then let them drop as he turned around.
“Finish. You’ve been driving yourself mad over this story. I’ll be there in the morning.”
Thump. Twist. Smile.
Will grinned. “Brilliant.”
A wink and a kiss – short, sweet, just a hint of tongue – and Will disappeared into the shadows of the loft. And then creak, creak; Hudson back in bed.
That happy ending was sitting on Will’s screen as he spun his chair back to face the laptop. Inelegant and incomplete but nonetheless – hopeful.
Sheriff Black had a sliver of hope.
Will had a metric ton of it.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
I am an East Coast girl (Metro NYC to be exact), born and bred and with some slight princess traits. For example, “camping” is staying in a hotel without a pool.
Writing has always been my dream, my goal, the way my brain and my heart found a happy place. When I was five my mom got me a subscription to a Disney magazine and precocious early reader that I was, I immediately caught on to the fact that someone, indeed, WROTE these stories. That it was a real profession and from then I was locked in to what I wanted to do.
Of course it took me til just past my fortieth birthday to fully succeed by having my first novel published, but I’ve been writing for decades and whether or not I made a dime, it was always my “must do” thing.
In the meantime I’ve freelanced, worked in offices, managed a bookstore, lived in LA, starved and prospered and became a married mom in the ‘burbs.
Right now my wonderful husband and my darling son and I live in a cute house in the NJ suburbs, along with three absolutely spoiled cats. Life is good and I am beyond grateful to my family and friends and fans who’ve brought me to this point.
I love to talk to people about writing and books and my book(s) so feel free to drop a line at [email protected].
TRADEMARKS ACKNOWLEDGMENT
The author acknowledges the trademark status and trademark owners of the following wordmarks mentioned in this work of fiction:
Abercrombie: Abercrombie & Fitch
I Dream of Jeannie: Sidney Sheldon Productions
Marvel: Marvel
“Holiday’s over – no sitting in Father Christmas’ lap and asking for things.” Hudson gave a little shiver though and pulled Will’s arms around his waist.
“You can ask for whatever you want, little boy.” Will pressed his lips against the cool skin of Hudson’s back.
Hudson laughed, the vibrations transferring to Will. He liked it.
“I favor a warm bed so I think that’s where I’ll head back to. Don’t want to disturb you.”
“No disturbance occurring. The urge woke me and I had to obey the muse.”
“Mmmm.”
“What?” Will gave him a little poke.
“I was hoping to put in an application to be your muse. But I don’t recall poking you with any urges,” he teased.
“Ba-dum-dum.” Will tapped out a rim shot on Hudson’s abs. “You can be my muse, don’t worry.”
“Thank heavens. I don’t have a job otherwise.” It was light but Will hugged him tighter anyway.
“My benefits package is enormous.”
“Braggart.” Hudson laughed and Will felt accomplished.
“All that, a drafty loft and a crazy writer past deadline – I’m telling you, you’ve traded up baby.”
Hudson shifted on Will’s lap, something sexy and sweet at once. Like a cuddle with promise. “I did,” he said softly.
They were quiet for a few moments, Will absorbing Hudson’s bulk – comforting them both. This was a risk for both of them. It was fast and furious and scary to take a chance on someone in such a short period of time.
Will didn’t do crazy things generally. Hudson apparently had done one crazy thing in his life. Maybe that made it better. They were both running through this crazy field, hand in hand, taking the chance together.
Then Will considered his options – back to bed with boyfriend . Write. An obvious choice.
But Hudson made his decision for him. He stood up, still holding onto Will’s hands – and then let them drop as he turned around.
“Finish. You’ve been driving yourself mad over this story. I’ll be there in the morning.”
Thump. Twist. Smile.
Will grinned. “Brilliant.”
A wink and a kiss – short, sweet, just a hint of tongue – and Will disappeared into the shadows of the loft. And then creak, creak; Hudson back in bed.
That happy ending was sitting on Will’s screen as he spun his chair back to face the laptop. Inelegant and incomplete but nonetheless – hopeful.
Sheriff Black had a sliver of hope.
Will had a metric ton of it.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
I am an East Coast girl (Metro NYC to be exact), born and bred and with some slight princess traits. For example, “camping” is staying in a hotel without a pool.
Writing has always been my dream, my goal, the way my brain and my heart found a happy place. When I was five my mom got me a subscription to a Disney magazine and precocious early reader that I was, I immediately caught on to the fact that someone, indeed, WROTE these stories. That it was a real profession and from then I was locked in to what I wanted to do.
Of course it took me til just past my fortieth birthday to fully succeed by having my first novel published, but I’ve been writing for decades and whether or not I made a dime, it was always my “must do” thing.
In the meantime I’ve freelanced, worked in offices, managed a bookstore, lived in LA, starved and prospered and became a married mom in the ‘burbs.
Right now my wonderful husband and my darling son and I live in a cute house in the NJ suburbs, along with three absolutely spoiled cats. Life is good and I am beyond grateful to my family and friends and fans who’ve brought me to this point.
I love to talk to people about writing and books and my book(s) so feel free to drop a line at [email protected].
TRADEMARKS ACKNOWLEDGMENT
The author acknowledges the trademark status and trademark owners of the following wordmarks mentioned in this work of fiction:
Abercrombie: Abercrombie & Fitch
I Dream of Jeannie: Sidney Sheldon Productions
Marvel: Marvel
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