Vic’s dreams of Matt had always been so damn realistic that at first he thought the warm body in his arms was nothing more than a ghostly figment following him into the morning. But then the man beside him shifted in his sleep, eliciting a soft moan, and the ass against Vic’s crotch awoke his d**k. Vic opened his eyes to find his face buried in a thatch of small black curls, his lips pressed against the back of Matthew’s neck. So last night had happened—they were finally over the almost imperceptible line that separated friends from lovers.
The thought energized him. With Matt in his arms, Vic felt invincible, as if he could take on the world. Today was going to be awesome, he just knew it, and tomorrow, and the day after. Every night spent with this man was a precious gift Vic knew he w
