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“I don’t even know where somebody would buy underwear with no butt in them. I don’t even understand why that’s a thing?” Connolly leaned against the counter and grinned. “You don’t?” “No. Like, what’s the point? Literally nothing is covered.” “Exactly, elf. Easy access.”
“You’re Santa. I’m an elf. Clearly, you were my supervisor. Isn’t this some kind of violation of your position?”
“I can’t imagine anybody imagines losing their virginity to Santa, wearing an elf crop top and a holiday jock strap, but the imagery is definitely working for me. I’m still down if you are?”
“I’m your third husband? Isn’t that a little greedy?” Jacob huffed. “You’re awfully judgey for somebody who grew up in a cult where the leader had, like, six wives. I’m not keeping my other two spouses in the cellar. They’re my ex’s. Also, you’re my first husband.”
He didn’t know what drunk Jacob had intended when he’d propositioned that huge, furry lumberjack of a man, but now, he definitely wasn’t sure he was tall enough to ride that ride.
“You’re really good at this husband thing,” Jacob said, his tone conversational. Connolly’s laugh was brittle. “I have two divorces that say otherwise, but I’m glad you think so.” Jacob’s expression turned serious, and it made Connolly feel weirdly exposed. “Maybe you just weren’t with the right person.”
He’d woken with this tiny elf of a boy in his bed, and now, he was weaving some kind of spell over Connolly, knitting their lives together somehow like he was some magical creature.
“Can… Can I touch you?” Jacob asked. “Sweetheart, I can say with almost a hundred percent certainty that I’d let you stab me if you asked while looking at me the way you’re looking at me right now.”
“Who the fuck cares what other people think? I haven’t felt this good around another person in years, and I don’t want to give it up. I don’t want to give you up.” Jacob smiled. “I don’t want to give you up either.” “Then let’s not. I have this funny feeling like you and I could end up being a thing.” Jacob frowned. “What kind of thing.” Connolly shook his head. “The best kind. The forever kind.”
