Chapter 2
Harry, too, couldn’t help but lose himself in the moment. He felt his own eyes mist over.
He unwrapped himself from the afghan Zeke had given him as a gift, and cuddled beside his partner on the sofa. Feeling Zeke tremble in his arms, Harry pulled him closer. “I will take care of you,” Harry whispered.
Zeke opened Harry’s package and pressed the sweater against his chest as if modeling it for him. Harry watched as Zeke stroked his thin, white beard, a feature that made him appear spryer in old age. “I love it,” Zeke said, and he kissed him. Reaching for more tissues and rearranging himself on the sofa, Zeke handed Harry another silk-wrapped package.
“Zeke, I thought we weren’t going to go all out this year.”
Beaming, Zeke said, “This is special.”