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There were a pair of brandy glasses half full on the end table, and Otto sat comfortably in the plush, high backed green leather chair beside it. He had coaxed Norman to sit on his lap.
Otto sat with his arms scooped around Norman’s slender frame, book in hands, reading glasses low on his nose. Norman’s head rested gently in the soft space between Otto’s neck, and shoulder.
Otto kissed Norman’s temple, and turned the page, giving him a sly smile as he started in on another poem. He suspected that Norman wasn’t paying much attention, but he didn’t mind.