Caleb held Gabe close, idly stroking his back, running fingers through his damp hair, tracing his spine. He wanted to soak it all in, knowing - though not allowing himself to dwell on the fact - that they might never have this sort of privacy again. At least not for a long time.

"I've thought you were cute for a long time," he whispered back, kissing Gabe's hair. "You're the cutest boy at church, and when you sing, it gives me chills."