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“Evening, Mr. Payne.” The doorman greeted him. “I believe a package arrived for you earlier. Your housekeeper received it before she left.”
Liam nodded, and they exchanged a few pleasantries before he entered the lift.
He opened the door of his flat, the tree’s lights filling the darkened space with cozy warmth. Quiet holiday jazz floated through the air and he hummed along while putting away his coat.
“You’re late.”
He turned, the weight in his chest dissipating at the sight of Zayn’s familiar crooked smile.
Liam pulled him close and whispered against his lips, “And you’re under the mistletoe.”