Christmas Starter for Karter and Colt @bldrdsh
The apartment was warm, despite the chill of the December air seeping through the gaps in the windows. Twinkling Christmas lights draped across the walls, their soft glow making the living room feel smaller, cozier. The faint hum of a holiday playlist played from a speaker, but it was the sound of Colt’s laugh that filled the space most vividly.
Karter was perched on the edge of the couch, sipping from a mug of hot cocoa that Colt had handed him earlier—half-marshmallows, just the way he liked. Colt stood near the small, crooked Christmas tree they’d spent the afternoon decorating. He was leaning one arm against the wall, the other holding a candy cane he’d been twirling absentmindedly. Colt moved closer, the candy cane now tucked between his teeth, his hands sliding into his pockets. “It’s Christmas Eve, we’ve got the most charming tree in Brooklyn, and the best company I could ask for.” His voice dropped to something softer, almost shy beneath his teasing. “What else could I want?”
