Then Neal did something so wonderful, so perfect that all of the pain just disappeared. In full view of anyone passing by, Neal kissed him on the lips. It wasn’t a brief, polite salute, but as beautiful and sensual a kiss as they had ever shared in the privacy of their home. Neal’s lips clung to his, his tongue flirted and retreated, his teeth nipping gently. The kiss made him dizzy, but it healed him too, restoring the parts of his soul that were worn thin and sore by loneliness and regret.
“I love you, Peter Burke – don’t ever forget that.”
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“I love you, Peter Burke – don’t ever forget that.”
I'm flailing with love for this verse! Perfect!