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boy.” Maike shook her head with a sad smile and together they entered Ruben’s room.
     
    Turned out Toby wasn’t in his room. Good for him. Although Maike could be a spitfire, she stood five-feet-five. No match for a raging, jealous meteorologist trying to defend his new friend’s honor. Or virtue? Whatever. The absence of the cheating prick, who would win a free ticket to explore the next crevasse should Aleks ever have the pleasure to meet him, had made packing Ruben’s clothes so much easier.
    Back at his house, Aleks parked the SUV, grabbed the groceries and made his way up the few steps. Before he could knock, the door was yanked open, and the sight greeting him took his breath away.
    Ruben had plundered his wardrobe. And holy fucking shit, he looked more edible than the vanilla-caramel ice-cream Aleks had bought.
    He was clad in one of Aleks’ pajama bottoms, with the legs rolled up to accommodate his shorter legs. Thick, woolen socks kept his little feet warm. What caught Aleks’ attention first and foremost was the shirt. Ruben had donned on the matching pajama shirt. Instead of letting the ends hang lose, he’d knotted them in the front. His efforts resulted in a pale strip of naked belly between the hem of the knotted shirt and the waistband of the pants.
    That creamy skin alone was enough to make him drool. Ruben’s bellybutton—his pierced bellybutton—was the icing on the cake. It was a barbell with a clear crystal at the lower end. Aleks desperately wanted to explore it. How had he missed that when he’d undressed Ruben yesterday?
    Ruben cleared his throat and Aleks’ gaze snapped up, noticing the knowing glint in those deer-brown eyes. Damn, the little guy knew what he did to the letter. He wanted to seduce Aleks. And God help them both because he was more than ready to let the man have his way.
    “See something you want?” The brat grinned in faked innocence, jutting his hip to the right in a smooth move. To cool him down, Aleks pressed the bag containing the ice-cream into Ruben’s arms. He squeaked when the cold bag touched his bare skin and he accusingly squinted at Aleks.
    “You can bring the food into the kitchen and start unpacking, darling. I’ll go back and fetch your clothes. Not that you need them, as far as I’m concerned.” Letting his gaze travel up and down the willingly offered body in front of him, Aleks leered. “You look perfect wearing mine.” Before he did anything he’d regret later, he turned and strode to the car again.
    Damn! The cold air hitting his head felt good. He needed a few moments to catch his breath or he’d go back inside, place Ruben on the kitchen counter and unwrap him like a present on Christmas. That guy would be the death of him. Aleks feared he’d already lost the battle of trying to keep his distance.
     

Chapter Three
     
     
    Day Three
     
    Ruben stood in the kitchen as he dried the breakfast dishes and looked out the window. The landscape was picturesque, with snow covering the ground and the branches of the trees. It looked like someone had powdered everything with sugar. Now Ruben wasn’t freezing, he could actually see the beauty around him.
    His old friend the owl sat in a tree nearby, ogling Aleks. The man was dressed in a thick woolen pullover, warm pants, boots, work gloves and a beanie. Armed with yet another axe, he was busy chopping wood. What was it with the man and deadly weapons? He always looked fucking gorgeous with them. Manly. The kind of guy who worked hard the whole day, returned at nightfall, threw his man over his shoulder and ravaged him in front of a crackling fire.
    Ruben moaned and palmed the growing erection in his pants. He admired the man’s strength while Aleks swung the axe over his head and let it fall back to split the wood. The muscles working in his arms and his back, clearly visible under his pullover, were drool-worthy.
    Ruben wanted to find out how Aleks looked under his clothes. How those muscles