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“Sure.”

I’ll take any minute I can get with you, Raven.

“How about we head to the supermarket, though?” He checked our surroundings for our teammates. “I want to cook for us.”

“You spoil me, Max.”

His crooked smile slid down my throat like a hot drop of liquid. Taking a glance at his surroundings to make sure none of the others could hear, he lowered his voice. “Forever.”

It should have scared me to hear him talk like that. It definitely shouldn’t make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

“Viking?”

“Yes?” I muttered, letting my body sink deeper into Max’s embrace.

I had just bounced on his cock and come so hard that bright lights still popped in my field of vision whenever I blinked. He held me in his arms and drew lazy circles on my sweaty back.

“I want to go somewhere with you where no one knows who we are.”

Raising myself up a few inches, I touched his cheek and tilted my face up for a kiss.

“What’s wrong, Raven?”

“Nothing,” he whispered. His lie was so obvious my heart squeezed a little in my chest.

“Max?” I prompted him again. “You can tell me. I won’t be mad or anything.”

“Not mad,” he shook his glossy black curls. “But I’m scared you will laugh at me.”

“What? When was the last time I made fun of you, Raven? Tell me.”

His next word was barely audible. “Never.”

“That’s right. I would never do that, I—”

Oh my God, don’t be stupid, Arne! You can’t tell him now.

His mouth fell open as if he knew exactly what I had been about to say.

“I want to be somewhere with you where I can hold your hand in public, and where I can kiss you without being afraid anyone will see us,” he went on, emboldened by my almost declaration. “And with Christmas coming up, I…”

He wants to spend the holidays with me? Damn, baby. I’ll give you the full ‘Danish boyfriend spoiling you for your first Jul’ experience.

I slipped my hand around the back of his neck and bumped my nose to his. “Let me organise something for us.”

To be completely honest, the idea had hovered in the back of my mind for weeks. Spending our first Christmas as a secret couple away from each other wasn’t a prospect I liked. I’d imagined myself—sad and lonely—sitting in my parents’ holiday home by the coast that they reserved for me every year and texting him all day.

“Are you serious?” His doubtful look might have offended me, but I had an inkling it had nothing to do with me, but rather hisex-boyfriend. From what he’d told me on our hike, that guy had never followed through on his promises.

It was up to me to help him make new experiences. I’d promised myself the moment he’d told me that I would prove him wrong. He didn’t deserve to be treated like this. He deserved everything.

“Max, listen to me.” I sat up, straddling his hips and trying to ignore how beautiful he looked all drenched in my cum. “Unfortunately, I can’t guarantee that I’ll never break a promise. But please know that I intend to keep them all. If I can’t it’s because…I don’t know, I’m bedridden in the hospital, or the world has ended. I want to make you happy.”

“I know,” he breathed. “And you do. So much.”

“My parents have a holiday home, a cabin by the sea. I stay in it every Christmas because my mum and dad moved out of my childhood home after I was scouted to play hockey in Germany. Why don’t you come with me so we can spend our time off there? Just you and me.”

He sat up and opened his mouth as if to speak, then closed it again.