December 31, 2009 in A
What was his word worth? That’s what Hugo had to decide. He’d promised John not to touch it but his curiosity was assaulting him. It was relentless and wearing down his resolve. John would never have to know. Hugo was sure that he could open it without disturbing it in any significant way.
He blocked a sudden impulse to go for it and broke out in a sweat.
Hugo tried to find something else to do until John got home, but knew the futility of his objective. Hugo slumped. He knew he’d lost the battle as soon as the thought entered his head. Like a doomed man walking the plank he strode back to the box.
A last-ditch effort from somewhere behind his eyes. “No. Don’t do it, you’re betraying his trust.” Hugo silenced the thought with the creak of hinges as the box opened.
Inside was the gift. The perfect gift. The most thoughtful gift anyone had ever offered him.
He closed the box. A tear falling onto its top. Hugo heard the door and wiped the tear off the box. John entered buoyant, full of life, ready to give his boyfriend the greatest gift he would ever receive.