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opened my eyes. I stretched and smiled at him a little shyly, remembering the night before.
    “Good morning.”
    “Morning,” he said, and leaned in to kiss me. Just a sweet, chaste kiss, as if he was also shy about what happened between us.
    “This is a first for me,” I said, snuggling closer.

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    He encircled me in his arms and held me. “What? I thought you’d … been with other guys.”
    “I’ve never woken up in someone’s arms,” I mumbled into his chest. “And never with someone I loved.”
    “I’m glad I could give you something too.” His arms tightened around me. “Time for your present.”
    “Are you sure?”
    “Oh yeah.”
    The huskiness of his voice made my nipples hard and sent a charge of electricity to my groin. I wanted him so bad, but I had to make sure his first time was special.
    “I want to watch your eyes when you take me,” he whispered
    Damn. If I didn’t love him already I would have fallen for him so hard when he said that.
    When I entered him, the connection between us felt as if it was physical, a rope that bound us together. All the time that we’d been apart, we were never apart. We belonged to each other.
    Our faces were so close I could feel his breath waft across my lips. He stared up at me as we moved together.

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    I felt him close around me, blazing hot and tight, pulling me deeper. The intensity built so fast I could feel my orgasm gathering to roar through me.
    And then he was coming, spurting liquid fire over my hand and I followed him over the abyss. We were swinging from the rope, falling together, clinging to each other as we went underwater and came up for air, panting and slick with sweat.
    “I love you.”
    “I love you too.”
    “Move in with me.”
    “Here? What about your parents?”
    “What about them?”
    “I’d feel a little weird fucking with them in the house.”
    “Don’t worry, they’re getting hard of hearing.” I lifted my head to stare at him. He was teasing. “You jerk.” I hit him, but not too hard. I was too happy.
    “I’ve got a place of my own, back in the woods by the creek. It’s small, only a cabin, but … I don’t think I could bear to lose you again.”
    His eyes shimmered suspiciously, and he turned his head away.

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    I realized that he was afraid of being rejected. By me.
    “It’s not that, Jake. It’s – your family, the town. Are you sure you want to come out like that?”
    “You live out, don’t you?”
    “I do in the city. I’ve never told my folks.” I shrugged.
    “It didn’t seem worthwhile, you know?” He gave me an odd look that I couldn’t read. “I love you. I would be proud to have you as my partner, and I’d want everyone to know you were mine.” He was waiting for me to say the same back to him. “I guess I finally have to have that talk about the birds and the bees with my parents.”
    His face relaxed instantly into a relieved smile. “You’ll stay?”
    “I’ll have to go back and hand in my notice, but maybe they’ll let me telecommute. Think you can stand to support me if they don’t?”
    He grabbed me and pulled me down against him. He was always stronger than me. “You belong here, you know.”
    “I know.” And it was true, I’d missed living close to the land. And with my parents getting older, well, they’d always wanted me to move back and take over the farm. But most of all, I belonged here in Jake’s arms.

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    HE was nuzzling my shoulder blade when I woke up again, lying on my side with him behind me, one arm loosely draped over my waist, his body cuddled up to me. As it should be.
    “Merry Christmas,” he murmured.
    “Merry Christmas.”
    When I rifled through my bag for clean underwear, I found the gift my mother had left on my bed. “Hey, I guess I do have something to open.”
    Jake leaned up on one elbow, watching me unwrap