Michael knew, right then and there, that he would remember this night. That the memory of Luke sitting next to him, with his bleary eyes and sleep-tousled hair and skin glowing like pearl in the weak moonlight falling through the windows, would join the row of moments Michael treasured deep in his heart. That he would never feel more whole than he did while Luke’s fingers danced on the keys. That he’d never had and never would love another person more than he loved Luke.

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