"I can't! At least, not well." The stocking truly wasn't a work of art; the stitches were loose and wide, but at least it was a stocking, and it was for Dylan. "I love you." Dave whispered softly as Dylan pulled away, watching his boyfriend tape the stocking to the chalk fireplace. Dave knelt, taking several boxescontainingChristmasornaments out and setting them against the wall, along with the tangled lights, the garlands, and the new tinsel.
"You don't want to decorate the tree?" Dave asked but, quick enough, he had a roll of yellow ribbon in his hand and was sliding down next to Dylan on the bed, pressing a happy kiss to his boyfriend's cheek.