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“Well? What do you boys think?” Danielle asks, walking over to us with a smug expression.

Daniel and I exchange a look that says everything we’re both thinking without needing to say a single word. It’s a combination of “Holy shit, do you see that?” and “Our boyfriend is a mad genius.”

“It’s incredible,” I tell Danielle. “I had no idea he was working on this.”

Daniel nods in agreement. “Harrison never ceases to amaze me. This is next level, even for him.”

“He’s been coming in early and staying late every day for weeks,” she explains. “I’ve never seen him this focused and driven. He channeled Jack Nicholson inThe Shining, minus the creepy twins and homicidal tendencies.”

I laugh at the image of Harrison hunched over his work and muttering, “All work and no play makes Harrison a dull boy.”

As if on cue, the man of the hour appears beside us, having escaped the throng of admirers clamoring for his attention. Before he can even open his mouth, Daniel and I tackle him in a bear hug that nearly sends all three of us tumbling to the ground.

“You bastard,” Daniel says, his voice muffled against Harrison’s shoulder. “I can’t believe you kept this a secret from us.”

Harrison laughs, hugging us back. “Surprise?”

I pull back to look him in the eye. My heart is full, and I fear it might explode. “Harrison, this is—I don’t even know what to say. It’s amazing.You’reamazing.”

He grins at me, that familiar smirk softened by the genuine emotion in his eyes. “I wanted to do something special for you guys. Something that shows the world what you mean to me.”

I glance back at the mural, taking in every brushstroke and splash of color. It’s not just a pretty picture. Harrison has poured his heart and soul into that wall. And Daniel and I are the luckiest guys in the world to be a part of it.

“How long will it stay up?” I ask, already frowning at the thought of it being removed for the next exhibit.

“That’s the beauty of it,” Harrison says, his gaze moving between me and Daniel. “I didn’t paint it on a canvas; it’s the actual wall.”

My gaze snaps back to the mural, eyes widening as the tears start to flow.

“It’ll be there…forever.”