I booked a solo Christmas getaway to escape my life. Then the man in the cabin next door made me question it all. Gabriel. Rugged, quiet, and annoyingly gorgeous. Our shared solitude turns into shared coffee, shared blankets, and a shared heat I can't ignore. I'm not gay. At least, I wasn't. But the way he looks at me under the firelight, like he sees the man I'm afraid to be, is breaking me down. Tension turns to tenderness. Tenderness turns to a hunger I can't control. He's hiding a heartbreak that runs deep, and risking a chance on us could leave us both out in the cold. This Christmas, the greatest gift isn't under the tree.