Chapter 13: Christmas Music and MoansTristan woke with a start at the blaring sound of the TV.
“What’s that noise,” Aiden mumbled next to him.
A smile stretched Tristan’s lips. “That, darling, is the TV. Seems we have electricity again.” Tristan reached for the bedside lamp, the soft light falling over Aiden’s tousled curls and creased forehead.
“Now, that was unnecessary, wasn’t it?” Aiden snapped.
What was? f**k, he’d called him ‘darling’, hadn’t he? Tristan steeled himself for the outburst bound to come.
“Seriously, Tristan, did you have to light that darn thing.” Aiden flung an arm over his closed eyes. “It was so beautifully dark.”
Tristan chuckled even though he heard Christmas music from the TV. One day left. But not even the knowledge of it being Christmas could ruin the view
