Page 102 of The Best of Times
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They walked over to the railings. Aron leant against them as Paul kissed him.
“You’re pretty good at that you know,” Aron said, licking his lips.
“Glad to be of service. You don’t mind me coming to New York with you?”
Aron laid his arms on Paul’s shoulders.
“Not in the slightest,” Aron replied. “A torrid affair in Manhattan sounds fun.”
“Then what?”
They both stared at the houses. Such a lot had happened on this little street. Outsiders would never understand the love that resided here.
Aron rested his head on Paul’s shoulder. No matter what the future held for any of them, Queens Crescent would always be a safe place. For everyone.
“Then we come home.”
