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Chapter 15-1
Chapter 15 Charlie stayed. Harry held him in his arms all night long. They didn’t make love because they decided that Julian should be in the room with them to keep him safe, so the three of them talked until the small hours, and then, when Julian fell asleep, Harry held Charlie tight. He seemed to like that. They held each other with an edge of desperation that went beyond passion, and when sunrise edged the darkness away Harry lay and watched it paint the room in pinks and oranges as Charlie lay sleeping. He didn’t want to move; didn’t want the moment to go. Didn’t want the day to begin because he knew it would take Charlie from him. Christmas was over.
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