Dec 25, 2017
Callum hadn’t intended it, but both Guildias’ presents and the gold and black paper they were wrapped in were perfectly coordinated.
“As much as I’m lookin’ forward to braidin’ yer hair and putting the comb in it, this is much, much better.” As soon as he opened the lid of the music box, the Danse Macabre echoed throughout the house.
“Merry Christmas, love,” Callum whispered, kissing his husband.
The comb was terribly feminine, but Guildias didn’t seem to mind whatsoever. The snakes were a thoughtful touch. His husband knew him well, as a husband should. Ah, and the Danse Macabre. His husband was kissed, and within the next few moments, made love to as well.
“Thank you, Daisy.”