Thankful
There are lots of things to be thankful for. Like, having a home and a family, and maybe in Bo's case, Daisy's cooking. Enos seems to be thankful for that too, at least he's not making any complaints. But there are also the things you don't say while sitting at the table, in Bo and Luke's case that comes in the form of what they do in the dark, leaves those to be whispered into ears in secret.
Bo reckons that one of the things he's most thankful for is God giving him love in the form of his lumpy cousin, who seems to be thankful for that too. He's also happy to have Luke providing him with warmth on cold nights and gentle kisses when he's sad. Yeah, those are the kind of things you'd like to say, but you don't. They both know that, so they tell each other instead, after all the lights are off and they're the only ones awake.
Or like now, when they are curled up together on the porch, hidden from view in a corner. Giant hands holding him in place where he's sitting on Luke's lap, picking on the dark hair that his nose is buried in. There is no safer place on earth. Not even Aunt Lavinia could make Bo feel like this, warm and protected against all the bad things in the world. No one can touch them now, not when he's wrapped up in those strong arms and has that hard shoulder to rest his head on.
Jesse, Daisy, Enos and Cooter are still inside, basking in the heat from that log fire Luke made before they went outside. He knows that their family is just a thin wall away, but he still takes the chance and tilts Luke's chin just enough to the right so that he can reach those lips. His cousin knows exactly the same that Bo does, but makes no move to stop him. The kiss is soft and sweet, no more than lips on lips, prevents any sounds that may emerge if it wasn't. He'd like it to go on forever, knows that it can't, breaks way after only a few seconds and gets a warm puff of air in his face that used to be a sigh. They'll have to wait until everyone's asleep before they can sneak out into the barn and climb up to the hay loft.
There are other things to be thankful for too, like how Enos does nothing more than bid them goodnight when he spots them in the corner on his way out. Doesn't say anything about what he has seen, just tips his hat and continues on his way. They know that he won't tell so they do nothing about it, their secret is safe with the law.
But what they both are most thankful for is the prickling of hay against bare skin and sleepy kisses when the lights are all turned off and the Duke boys finally get what they've been waiting for all day.