Elf on the Beach by TJ Nichols

Author:TJ Nichols [Nichols, TJ]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi, pdf
Published: 2015-11-23T05:00:00+00:00

WHEN THE sound of running water filtered through Kyle’s flat, he released a sigh. Roone had a way of getting under his skin. No one else had ever seemed to know him or ever cared. Yet Roone was quite happy to be open about everything it seemed, including his cute but strange ears.

Elf ears.

Kyle couldn’t help the thought. It was Christmas, and fake elves and fake Santas were everywhere. Not that there were real elves or a real Santa. If there were, he was sure his stocking would’ve had more than shoes and candy.

He should join Roone in the shower, if only to rinse, but he needed the distance. Otherwise he’d start revealing too much again. Not that Roone seemed to mind.

However, Kyle did. He’d stopped letting people get close years ago. He’d built up a thick noncommittal armor and drifted from lover to lover, not willing to share more than a bed.

He’d known he needed to change before he met Roone. They’d only known each other for a week. One more week and he’d be gone. But in that short amount of time, he’d grown closer to a lover than he’d ever been, and it was unnerving.

The water stopped. Kyle picked up his shorts and tugged them on.

There was no harm in fooling around for another week. A week-long fling was very different to one night. Maybe Roone would walk out and not come back now he’d gotten laid. That would make life easier. And duller.

The man with the pointed ears walked back into the living room, the gaudy red-and-yellow beach towel slung low around his hips. Roone grinned as though there was nothing amiss in the world.

He didn’t seem to be in a rush to put his shorts on either. Kyle had to keep dragging his eyes up from the curve of muscle that beckoned his gaze to wander lower. Roone was too tempting. When he left in a week there was going to be a hole that would hurt for a long time. Kyle’s shell was cracking, and there was nothing he could do about it.

Kyle picked up a handful of takeout menus. “Have a flick through and see what you want to eat.” Hopefully something spicy, he didn’t want pizza or pasta or even fish and chips. “I’m going to rinse off.”

He didn’t want to wash the scent of his lover off his skin, but his skin was sticky, and he needed the space to seal up the cracks, to try to keep himself from getting hurt.

Maybe he should’ve told Roone to leave instead of inviting him to stay for dinner. After all, what was the point of continuing when it was going nowhere? It was the kind of relationship he usually liked. Short. Maybe he was incapable of making anything last.

He showered and dressed. Would Roone still be here, or would he have taken off? Kyle sucked in a breath, ready to face an empty flat. But nope, Roone was sitting outside on an outdoor chair—fortunately wearing his shorts.

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