When Matt finally woke, Vic was sitting at the dining room table reading the newspaper, barely dressed in the flannel bathrobe that hung open to expose pale, firm skin. The rich aroma of coffee filled the air. As Matt poured himself a cup, Vic folded the paper and came into the kitchen to join him. He gave Matt a quick kiss on the jaw as he reached past his lover to refill his own mug. “Morning, sexy.”
Matt eased one arm into the open robe and around Vic’s waist to pull him close for a real kiss, this one on the lips and involving more than a hint of tongue. “Morning yourself, you big lug. Last night was something else.”
“Something different,” Vic reminded him, stirring sugar into his coffee.
With a laugh, Matt teased, “So what’d you get this time? X-Ray vision? Bulletproof skin?” Nu
