Christmas on Adelaide Road
Christmas on Adelaide Road takes place about a month after the end of the main story in Scenes from Adelaide Road and is now available as a FREE read, exclusively on the Pride Publishing website.
This book does not contain spoilers for the main story and can therefore be read both by those who would like to spend some more time with Lennart and Aidan and by readers interested in checking my lads out.
One month after settling into his new life with Aidan Cassidy, nineteen-year-old Lennart Kelly is about to experience his first ever traditional Christmas.
From stuffing and cooking a turkey to the intricacies of giving and receiving presents, Aidan and his family show Lennart the true meaning of an Irish Christmas.
Unusually for me I was fully alert as soon as I woke up. I wasn’t normally this good early in the morning, especially not in winter with the room still shrouded in darkness by eight and the cold air surrounding the bed doing nothing to entice me from underneath the warm covers and away from Aidan’s comforting presence.
“Time is it?” Aidan’s gravelly early morning voice and half formed sentence made me smile.
“Only six. Go back to sleep.”
Aidan curled his arm around my waist and pulled me close.
“Not thinking about getting up, are you?”
Aidan’s warm breath ghosted over the back of my neck and made me shiver.
“I’ve got lots to do,” I said.
“You’re not going anywhere until I’ve had my Christmas cuddle.” Aidan tightened his hold on my waist and kissed the back of my neck just below my hairline, a very sensitive spot, as he knew all too well.
“Like what?” He sounded more awake now. “What can you possibly do before me ma arrives to cook the dinner with you. The house is clean enough, we could eat off the floor if we wanted to.”
“I know, but….” I didn’t finish my sentence because he was right. There was absolutely nothing I could do at six o’clock in the morning. I was restless though. I wanted to be busy. Waiting made me nervous. Today would be another first for me in a long line of new experiences. The past seven months had taught me to trust that the unknown was, more often than not, positive and exciting, but I hadn’t managed to rid myself of all my old insecurities yet.
“Relax, baby. Turn around, give us a kiss.”