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“You are?”
    “Is that a question? Because I am sure I am not a woman.”
    “No. I know. I lied. He thought I was saying Nicole not Nicholai, and I didn’t correct him.” I felt so small right now. I am such an asshole.
    “Because they don’t know you’re gay.” He, on the other hand, did not state it as a question.
    “No, they don’t. I really didn’t know until now. I was in denial. Then you kissed me, and everything felt right. My life made sense, and I knew this is what I wanted.” Crazy as it was, love and all, this was what I wanted.
    “Are you sure?” he asked sarcastically, “because I was going to suggest fucking you again, but if you’re straight—”
    “No! No, I’m gay, way gay.” I rolled my eyes. “Okay, that sounded stupid. What I mean is, I’m sure. And you fucking me is not a problem at all.”
    “Good,” he said with a wink, and then he proceeded to devour me right where he left off.

Chapter Four
     
    I watched him across the room. When I first came here I thought there were walls separating the rooms, but there weren’t. It was like a huge loft with a few dividing screens placed strategically to create the effect of separate rooms. I liked that. It made it easier for me to remain in his nice comfortable bed and still watch him make something for me to eat. God, he’s beautiful. I know I keep saying that, but it’s true.
    That whole assumption about all vampires being beautiful had to be correct, at least as far as I knew, because he was. Eternally young, sleek, not an ounce of fat on him, graceful, and I could keep going with the adjectives. Nicholai was beautiful. Even his black eyes didn’t scare me. They were abnormally dark, but I noticed, whenever he was looking at me, a flash of silver swirled across them. It made his otherworldly appearance even more… well, otherworldly.
    I can’t believe I’m here with him… on Christmas. Me . David Allen Gilden; the most unlikely Jew in my neighborhood to have a boyfriend— or girlfriend—was here in New York’s Upper West Side lying naked in an alien vampire’s bed. Oh, God! I flopped on my back and stared at the high ceiling as I rubbed my temples. This was just weird. Joey would never believe me. Hell, I barely believe me. But it was true. And I was happy.
    I grabbed his pillow and pulled it over my face. It smelled like him. It was cologne I recognized but couldn’t name off the top of my head. Expensive though, I knew that. I removed the pillow and the image of him above me flashed through my mind’s eye. The things we’d just done. It was so good.
    This time I was on my back when we made love. I had my legs wrapped around his hips, and I could look into his eyes as he moved in and out of me. And the look on his face when he came… oh, man… just thinking about his total euphoria had me hard again. He looked drunk when he was done, looking down at me, and then he leaned in the rest of the way to kiss me. I didn’t want him to pull out. I wanted to stay like that, frozen in time and physically connected to the man I loved.
    My phone rang again. Shit! I should turn the thing off. Leave it to Joey to disturb me just before we had sex and then soon after when I was looping the replay in my head.
    “Jooeeeey….” I deliberately sounded exasperated.
    “Sorry, dude, but my mom made me call. She wants to make sure you’re all right. She’s worried. I told her you were with a girl, and that just made it worse. She doesn’t think you should spend Christmas with strangers.”
    “Dude, I’m fine. More than fine. This isn’t my holiday anyway. You’re the Catholic. Although….” I could not get my mind off what I said to Nicholai earlier. This was the best day ever, and it was Christmas. I had to admit the holiday would forever be changed in my book. It was miraculous. Maybe I wasn’t ready to buy all the hoopla over Jesus being the Son of God, but I was going to admit to liking Christmas. Hell, I liked it before.