The doorbell rang at twenty past one, and Tav hauled himself out of the beanbag, edged around the mountain of toys Amy had gotten from a suspiciously Ian Pretty-esque Santa, and escaped into the hall. It was still raining outside, and ball-numbingly cold, but when Tav opened the door, he was immediately given an icy kiss and a box.
“Merry Christmas!”
Luca had his backpack, but no jacket, and Tav rolled his eyes before pulling him inside, shutting the door, and shoving the box and bag onto the hall table.
“i***t,” he said, then cupped that chilly face and kissed him again. “Merry Christmas. You’re late. The film’s about to start. You in?”
“What is it?”
“Muppets again.”
“I’m in,” Luca agreed, and slid his hands around Tav’s waist. They were cold, too, and Tav dropped his hands to hug L
