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and carried them over to the playpen tucked unobtrusively in the corner. He set them inside and plaintive yapping followed him back to Julian, where Cameron knelt down on one knee to run the roller over Julian’s calves. Even though he made sure to avoid the other man’s eyes the whole time, he could feel Julian’s piercing gaze on him. Julian always watched him so closely; he couldn’t imagine how he had never felt those eyes on him in the restaurant. Warmth swamped his entire body.
    Several more swipes and Cameron was done. He climbed back to his feet and finally offered Julian a crooked, nervous smile. “All presentable now.”
    “Thank you,” Julian said to him softly. He opened his mouth to say more, but closed it again without saying anything. He tilted his head to the side and gave a small, almost embarrassed smile as he wrapped his scarf around his neck. It occurred to Cameron that Julian often dipped his head to one side or the other, or even ducked his chin as he spoke, and it was clearly because he was so tall. It was the only way to keep eye contact with someone so much shorter than he.
    Cameron put his hands behind his back, fingers worrying at the roller as he watched Julian get ready to go. He had no idea what to say.
    Nothing sounded right. Instead, he skimmed over Julian’s body one last time, trying to commit it and the feel of it against him to memory. As Cameron watched him, Julian lowered his head and began to walk slowly toward the door.
    Then he stopped suddenly, turned around, and moved quickly toward Cameron to roughly pull him close and kiss him.
    Cameron almost choked as he was grabbed and kissed within an inch of his life, and he held on tight for the length of the moment, savoring it, soaking it in. Julian held him so tightly that Cameron thought he might have bruises when it was over.
    Julian detached himself just as suddenly as he’d moved before. “I hope to see you tonight,” he murmured as he backed away. “Merry Christmas,” he offered before turning and heading for the door on those silent cat’s feet.

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    “Merry Christmas,” Cameron echoed as Julian exited the apartment without looking back.
    Cameron stood there for long minutes, staring at the door after Julian left before wrapping his arms around himself and turning in place, feeling lost and overwhelmed. Finally, he went over to the playpen, liberated the puppies, and sat down on the floor, letting them cavort around him while he reflected on what had been an odd, amazing night.

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    Madeleine Urban & Abigail Roux

    THE snow falling heavily outside almost obscured Cameron’s view of the street and the city beyond. A few candles filled the apartment with a popular scent of the season, and he had switched on the tiny twinkle lights he’d hung in the windows. His favorite Internet radio station played jazz holiday tunes, and he felt that was about all he needed for the holiday mood this year.
    The afternoon and early evening had come and gone without so much as a hint of Julian’s return, and Cameron had convinced himself that it was what he’d expected, trying to ignore the disappointment.
    He’d abandoned his book on the couch in favor of fixing himself dinner, using a recipe from Jean-Michel, the chef at the restaurant. It wasn’t exactly Christmasy: a thick, meaty lasagna with several layers that had required Cameron to search out a kitchen store the week before to buy extra-deep lasagna pans. He chopped and grated and cooked ingredients for almost an hour; one pan of lasagna was done and had been in the oven about two hours. Now he was putting the second together to freeze for another time.
    Washing his hands for the umpteenth time, he paused to finish his glass of wine and refill it, grunting in surprise to find he’d somehow managed to finish the entire bottle. Shrugging, he set it aside and pulled another bottle off the rack. No reason not to get more than tipsy tonight, he thought