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with passion. The closeness and warmth of Kyle’s body, the soft caresses of his hands, and their tongues dancing an amorous waltz made Williams feel whole. The problems usually invading his mind were blurred by the only thought of Kyle and the awareness of his presence.
    Kyle pushed Williams away from him and looked into his eyes. Williams was hardly blinking at all. His eyes were slightly watered and his pupils were widened into two tiny black mirrors. Kyle ran his fingers through his lover’s curly hair. He took a steady posture and cleared his voice.
    “How can I live without thee, how forgo
    Thy sweet converse and love so dearly joined
    To live again in these wild woods forlorn?” Kyle made a pause and breathed before continuing.
    “Should God create another Eve… Uh, no wait,” he said, frowning.
    “Should God create another Josh, and I
    Another rib afford, yet loss of thee
    Would never from my heart; no no, I feel
    Bone of my bone thou art, and from thy state
    Mine shall never be parted, bliss or woe.”
    “Wow,” Williams said. “You actually learned Milton by heart, that’s… wow.”
    “Because I know you like it,” Kyle winked. “Happy anniversary, Josh.”
    “Thanks. I feel bad now, because I have nothing for you,” Williams sighed.
    “Josh, holding you in my arms right now is the most beautiful gift I could wish for.”
    Williams was led by the hand into the kitchen where the table was set. A nice perfume emanated from the oven. There were three candles in the middle of the table.
    “One for each year,” Kyle explained. “Sit down.”
    “Don’t you need a hand?” Williams offered.
    “No, you look exhausted. Let me take care of you.”
    Williams smiled and obeyed. After all, his lover was so good at cooking and serving the most delicious meals with the most precious wine that he needn’t worry. He allowed himself to sit back and enjoy dinner.
    **
    “Hey, you look good,” Cowley exclaimed when she saw Williams come into the office.
    “Thanks,” he said with a smile.
    “How come?” Cowley asked. “I mean, yesterday was a pretty bad day, so…” she added when she noticed that her question might seem impolite. “What’s your secret?”
    “A morning walk through Central Park?” Williams was still smiling. There was more than Central Park to his good mood, but Cowley didn’t need to know that.
    “Central Park?” Cowley’s tone denoted surprise. “Isn’t that a bit far from your place for a morning walk?”
    “Nope.” Williams simply answered.
    “Did you move?” Cowley insisted with enthusiasm. She liked knowing the whereabouts of her colleagues.
    “Yep.”
    “Where? When?” she added.
    “Central Park, about four months ago.” Williams knew the conversation could last for a while so he walked toward the coffee machine.
    “Four months?” Cowley said, following him. “And you’re only telling me this now?”
    “You didn’t ask before.” Williams wanted his tone to sound conclusive, cutting short Cowley’s questions. She seemed to be reflecting so he thought it had worked and started sipping on his coffee.
    “Why did you move?” Cowley asked after a pause.
    Williams rolled his eyes. “Personal reasons,” he said, this time more decisively.
    Williams had his reasons for not wishing to share that he had moved in with his boyfriend. Many years ago, when he had announced to his family that he liked men, they had all stopped talking to him, except his younger sister. His parents had thrown him out of the house. And when he’d asked his older sister for help, she’d laughed at him. Luckily, his other sister, who was studying in another city, had welcomed him to her student flat.
    They’d lived in that small space for a almost five years. After much trouble, they’d eventually been able to get a bigger flat in Manhattan. Williams was more and more successful at the police academy, while his sister worked on her PhD at university. Some years later, she’d been