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the way I did when I was in Kent Samson’s arms. He made my heart race, my palms sweat and my toes curl. I stiffened in his arms. Oh God, I was in love with him.
    “Hey, are you all right?” Kent asked me quietly.
    “Yes,” I turned around to face him. There was worry in those hazel eyes. I smiled and caressed his cheek. “Everything is wonderful.”
    “Well, let’s get cleaned up for dinner,” Mary said.
    I took a long hot shower. The water rushed down my back like little fingers, massaging sore muscles. The shampoo smelled like coconuts; I actually liked it. I felt a rush of cool air on my ass and then hands slid up my chest. Kent leaned into my back and pressed a kiss to the side of my neck. I shivered.
    He growled in my ear.
    “God, you look sexy wet.”
    My dick shot up. Kent’s hands slid up and down my stomach, inching closer and closer to my cock every time. Damn, he knew how to tease. I arched my back and pushed my ass into his dick. I smiled. Oh, yes, Kent had a hard-on, too. I wrapped my arms behind his neck and leaned my head back to kiss him. One of his hands slid up my chest to my neck, then gripped my chin. Kent’s tongue licked at my lips and I opened up, letting him in. We kissed slowly, like those people at the store—like we had all the time in the world. He broke from the kiss, looking into my eyes. I swear I saw something in them. I heard the flush of a toilet somewhere in the house and then the water suddenly got really cold. I yelped.
    “Sorry!” Kent’s father chuckled.
    The turkey was perfect. I sat at the table with Kent’s family and felt like I was a part of them. They treated me like one of their own. Mary even slapped my hand when I reached for pie, telling me that I hadn’t finished my corn and my plate had to be clean before I got dessert. Kent elbowed me and I shot him a glare. Once we cleaned up the kitchen (Kent even did dishes) we settled into the living room. The tree was lit and music played softly in the background. Carl looked at me and smiled.
    “Now, we weren’t expectin’ a guest, but we sure are glad you came, Terry.”
    “So am I, Carl.”
    He handed me a package and I looked at Kent’s parents in surprise. “What’s this?”
    “Oh, it ain’t much,” Mary blushed. “But we wanted you to have something from us.”
    I took the package and put it in my lap. I peeled the tape off carefully and removed the wrapping paper. A grey flannel scarf was nestled in tissue paper. I felt my eyes watering. It matched my jacket. I looked up at them both. “It’s beautiful, thank you so much.”
    “I got something for you, too.” Kent handed me a box. It was wrapped in silver paper with a beautiful blue bow on it.
    “Thank you, I got you a little something.” I handed him the gift Mary and I had made together. I opened mine as Kent opened the one I’d given him.
    I removed the wrapping paper and pried open the box. A Rolex watch glistened in the light. “It’s beautiful, Kent,” I gasped. I leaned over and pecked his lips. “You shouldn’t have, but thank you so much,” I whispered, sure my eyes had cartoon hearts in them.
    I eagerly watched Kent open his gift. He pulled the frame from the wrapping paper and stared at it. Mary had taken a picture of the two of us the night we sat around watching TV, completely unbeknownst to us. Kent was smiling at me and we were looking at each other. Kent turned to look at me.
    “I love it, Terry.” Kent pulled my lips to his and kissed me.
    “Wooo hooo! Let me get my video camera!” Mary whistled.
    “Ma…” Kent said, blushing furiously.
    “Merry Christmas, Kent,” I whispered.
    Kent cupped my face with his hands. I saw something in his eyes; I knew I did that time. He nuzzled my nose with his and kissed me softly.
    “Merry Christmas, Terry.”
    “We got one left!” Carl said with a smile.
    I watched as Carl handed the gift to his wife. Mary opened the box and gasped. She looked up at her husband and tears