Chapter 20
“Charlie,” he whispered and leaned as close as the carriage would allow. He brushed his lips against the corner of this mouth and after a moment Charlie turned, caught his face in his gloved hand, and brought their mouths together. They kissed gently. Charlie was the first to pull away, but he leaned his forehead against Harry’s.
“Do you hate me?” Harry said. Their breath formed little clouds between them in the cold.
Charlie shook his head. “No.” The word came out on a puff of air and something inside Harry uncurled a little. He breathed heavily and closed his eyes.
“We must go,” Charlie said, but didn’t move. Harry leaned on him for a moment and then pulled away. They got out of the carriage and settled themselves on the seat. Harry pulled his gloves back on and pulled his hat down.Chapter 12