“Hey Hon, can you help we with my tie?” Duke said as soon as he went out of the closet. I put the hair brush down and turned to him. He was having a hard time fixing his neck tie.
“Of course, come here,” I said. He walked to me and I immediately fixed it.
“I could get used to this every day.” He said.
“Get used to what?” I said as I continued with his tie.
“Get used to seeing you fix my tie.” He said. “I could stare at you the whole time as you do that.”
“I am just fixing your tie; it’s not like I am saving your life or something.” I said and laughed a little.
Duke held both my hands when I was done. “You have soft and small hands. I have always wanted to hold them like this.” I was dumbfounded.
“Why?” I said. “I mean, we hold each other’s hand sometimes.”
“Yes, but not lik
