It was Thanksgiving morning. Dan’s mother had pleaded with him to come home for the holiday, but Dan got out of it by saying he just didn’t have enough time off to consider making the trip north. It was a lie, but a kind one.
Besides, he had another reason for wanting to stay in Tampa for Thanksgiving. Sullivan. Since that special “first” night together, the pair had been inseparable, and sometimes Dan himself couldn’t believe how perfectly their hearts, souls, minds, and spirits meshed. Rather than a betrayal of Adam’s memory, Dan saw their burgeoning love as more of a tribute—the coming together of the two men who cared most about Adam at the end of his life.
It was a lovely thing.
More and more, Sullivan spent nights and days off at Dan’s apartment, making memorable love in every roo
