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The remainder of the week passed in a dizzying blur. Tim had spent almost every waking moment working on Ryan’s exhibit with him—in between the times that he couldn’t keep his hands off of Ryan, that is—going to Lance’s to print and re-print photos, hanging them or standing them on easels, scrapping everything and starting the entire arrangement over again, until they’d simply run out of time.
The exhibit was set to open in less than two hours, and Ryan had wanted to get there early to put the finishing touches on everything to make sure that it was absolutely perfect.
“How are you feeling?” Tim asked Ryan as they sat down on the only table in the room to share a soda and admire their work.
“Terrified, honestly,” Ryan admitted with a laugh.
“Understandably,” Tim said and placed a h
