The days after Christmas blur into one long stretch of heat, desire, and stolen moments.
I ride behind Jude on his bike, my arms wrapped tightly around his waist, my cheek pressed against his back as we cut through the cold winter air. The beach becomes our sanctuary—where the world falls away, and we’re just two people lost in each other. I kick off my shoes and take off down the shoreline. Jude is right behind me, catching me with ease and sending us tumbling into the sand. I'm laughing breathlessly beneath him, my heart stopping as he lowers his lips to mine.
At night, we barely make it to the bed before we're tearing into each other.
Most nights, we don't even bother—pressed against the wall, tangled up on the couch, sprawled across the floor. Trish’s house becomes ours, a playgr
