The occasional street lamp cast enough light to highlight the manicured yards and well-maintained houses, each with a bright porch light illuminating doors painted in rich earth tones. "Here we are," Calvin said as he turned off the car. "Home sweet home." He got out and walked around to Ben's side. Ben got out just as Calvin reached the passenger door, and Calvin immediately put his arm around Ben's waist. The trees swayed gently and leaves rustled with breezes flowing through the neighborhood. Ben stared at the clay-red door that stood closed between them and whatever was going to happen next. Calvin guided him up the stairs, opened the door, and ushered him inside. The door shut behind him and a lock snicked. Calvin finally removed his arm from Ben's waist. He slid his shoes off and kicked them to the corner, adding to a small pile of other shoes. Ben did the same with his shoes, and then quickly took in Calvin's house. The interior looked exactly as Ben had expected. Normal. Stylish, but in that predictable way most people colored their homes: walls were the palest blues and greens except for strategic bold accent walls.
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