Seated in the recliner, naked, his part floppy between his legs, trying to stay cool, he waited for his husband’s arrival. Waited. Waited. Waited.
* * * *
A short conversation between Nick and Teddy raced through his mind. It happened just a few weeks ago, after they had made love, and during the last snowstorm. Sometime in April. No. The end of March. Yes, that was right. Wicked snow blew in circles, freezing everything in its path. Together they lay in their bed, sweaty, huffing, and Nick said, “It could be the end of the world and I would still love you.”
“Until the end of time?”
“Of course. Through fire and brimstone, earthquakes, nuclear war, a zombie apocalypse, and an alien invasion. I’ll be there for you. We married because I love you, and I never intend to leave your side.”
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