The sunlight streamed in through the window that Saturday morning, illuminating Dan and Mark’s naked bodies, intertwined. Dan opened his eyes first, groggy with sleep, squinting against the powerful light pouring in through mini-blind slats, and wondering if he had slept later than usual.
He turned onto one side, bringing up a sharp, close-up view of Mark’s handsome face in repose. In spite of the golden stubble on his cheeks and the muscular pecs rising and falling as he breathed, he looked childlike as he lay there sleeping, vulnerable, and Dan’s heart swelled with love. Gently, so as not to wake him, Dan let his fingers lightly stroke Mark’s cheek, delighting in the contrast between his satiny, tanned skin and rough stubble. Mark smacked his lips and let out a snort, and Dan moved his
