But I said nothing.
We stopped in front of a light display that was supposed to be the Jesus and Mary and Joseph in the manager. It just looked like two men and a random orb. The ice had made it cascade in many different colors. I thought this was better, a true depiction of what the holidays were like. A miracle, a light show, and a hope for something more.
“I’ve had a good day with you,” Lorne said, and took both of my hands.
“It’s not done.” I gave him a wry smile. “In fact, I know exactly what I want to do until midnight, until three when I have to go to work.”
“Oh, yeah?”
I did not answer; I tugged him past the lights, passed the concluding song I remembered from my distant past, and led him to his car. I thought we’d drive around, maybe I’d suck his d**k as we did, and we’d end
