The air was cool, the night turning cold after the long ride. They had stopped by Brooklyn Bridge to watch its lights in silence, not saying a word for a moment. After a while, Steve turned around and took Phil in his arms.
“Please… I love you so much… promise I’ll never do it again, please… forgive me?” he murmured.
Phil rested his forehead against Steve’s with a sigh and slipped his hands under the warm leather jacket of his husband.
“I forgive you…”