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“Ain’t a problem,” he muttered. “Just trying to understand.”

“Why I want to hold your hand?”

“Why it’s so easy for you when you’ve never done it before.”

“Because it’s you. I know exactly what I want when it comes to you, even though it’s something I never thought I wantedbefore you.” I shrugged. “That’s it. I haven’t second guessed that since you kissed me in the hallway.”

“Youkissed me. And that was only five?—”

“Stop doing that.” I grasped his chin, bringing his eyes back to mine. “Stop trying to explain why I shouldn’t be this comfortable with you yet. I’ve known you for twenty years, Noah. I accepted what we were before I ever touched you.”

Noah’s brow quirked and the corner of his mouth twitched with a suppressed grin. His voice was teasing when he asked, “What are we, Grey?”

“You’re mine.”

Whatever he was going to say died on his tongue. He stared at me, unblinking and finally licked his lips before his quiet question. “I’m yours?”

With my hands gripping the front of his coat, I pulled him into me until his mouth was close enough to kiss. “Yea, Noah. Mine. At least that’s what you told me when you came for me last night.”

He let out a huff, staring into my eyes with a dazed look.

“And for the record, I wasn’t straight two weeks ago. Two weeks ago, I was wondering what your lips felt like. Now I know.”

Leaning back, I shifted my gaze and focused on the beanie confining his thick hair instead of his eyes. If I kept looking at him, I would kiss him. And if I kissed him, we would both need treatment for hypothermia because once I started kissing Noah, I didn’t know how to stop. It didn’t matter where we were.

Another fleeting look at his mouth and I shook my head.

Breaking the spell, I eyed the tree closest to us and said, “If you’re done with your questions, I’m going to find somebody to cut and bale this tree. We’re going home. I can’t feel my fucking feet.”

All we did was get the tree in the tree stand before I was on Noah.

We washed our hands side by side in the kitchen sink, then I was grabbing the back of his neck. Stamping my mouth over his. Pushing him against the wall.

Kissing him.

Licking him.

Tasting him.

I yanked off every layer he had on.

Coat.

Hat.

Scarf.

With his help, everything on me disappeared in the same order.

Without speaking, we moved closer to his room, both of us kicking our shoes off in the hall.

We fell into his bed, kissing and tugging at what remained of each other’s clothes.

My shirt.

His pants.

My belt.