“Omar?”
“Yeah?”
“I know it’s like ten days away… but like…would you come home with me for Christmas?”
Omar looked at his boyfriend. “You’re going to have speak up a little. You’re talking to the floor, love.”
Mark rubbed the back of his neck. “I just um. Wanted to know, if like, you’d come home with me for Christmas?”
Omar parted his lips in surprise. “Oh baby. Really? You want me to go home with you?”
“I just – my mom cooks so much food, and I hated leaving you here alone last year and I want you there and – I want you to meet my parents.”
Omar crushed Mark in a hug. “Yes! yes I want to go! I’m really happy you asked. I was hoping you’d ask me, I mean. I was really sad about being stuck here over Christmas without you.”
Mark cupped Omar’s face in his hands. “It didn’t feel right to me either. You’re such an important part of my life. It’d really be so lovely.”
Omar was smiling. “I’m really happy you asked.”
“I was sooo nervous,” Mark admitted. He nuzzled Omar.
“Do I give you butterflies?”
“Yes. Yes you do.”
Omar pulled back a little so he could reposition for a kiss. Mark read his actions easily and pressed their lips together.
“mmmn….”
Mark slid an arm behind Omar’s back. The city hummed with noise all around them. Thousands of people in a million rooms. But Mark felt like he was alone, floating in space, with Omar by his side. Love really could make you feel weightless. Mark couldn’t believe Omar said yes. And now he got to take him home, and show him off to his family. His dad kept pestering him about this anyway. Mark just hoped his mom didn’t bring up marriage and kids and embarrass the hell out of them…
Oh wait, no, she totally would.
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