Chapter 2: Christmas Comes Early
“I have an idea. Let’s decorate the house for Christmas,” I said.
This time Andy kissed me. It was one of those long, gentle kisses that said so much about how someone felt about you. There was underlying passion, but on the surface it said simply how good it was to be with someone you cared about.
Andy stepped back, took both my hands in his and looked down at the floor. He stood that way for a long time. Then he slowly raised his head. His incredible blue eyes were locked directly into mine. He squeezed my hands.
“David, you’re sure?”
“Sure? Sure, I’m sure. I haven’t decorated in years and I just know that now is the time to—”
“No,” he interrupted my exuberant babbling.
“No? What do you mean, ‘no?’ You know, ‘Haul out the holly. Put up the tree bef
