Santa Baby | MXM | Gay Black Romance

Monet laughed, and it was warm in the way the first couple of days of summer were.

"You did this for me?" he asked as he touched the Santa beard I'm wearing, which itched like hell.

"Didn't I tell you I'd make your last day special?"

And it was the lover boy in me, the part of me that kept wanting to see him smile, like a real smile, one that wasn't performative, one where he didn't need to remind himself to smile just to come off as likeable and easy. I wanted the one he saved without thinking, the one he didn't even know he still had.

"This is what you do when you care for someone?" he asked, soft in a way that made my chest feel too full.

My face burned, and my gaze dropped to the snowy ground.

"More like love... " I mumbled, hoping the falling snow would hide just how true it was.