Chapter 14: Ugly Santa Figurines and SnowmobilesTristan was whistling as he put on the coffee. He felt ten years younger—light and free. Maybe he should see if he could find the box with Christmas decorations. He believed he still had some—if Paul hadn’t taken them all. He hadn’t been up for it any other year, but with the TV showing one Christmas feature after the other, he did miss seeing stars in the windows, Christmassy curtains, and ugly Santa figurines littering the place.
Paul had loved putting up Christmas ornaments—probably still did. For the first time since Tristan had walked out of their house with Paul running after him, his d**k still glistening from having been pulled out of some twink’s mouth, screaming that it wasn’t what it looked like, Tristan wanted to decorate. Maybe
