Chapter 5
As the bright morning light poured in through the window, Vincent rolled over and smiled as he watched Daniel sleeping beside him. It was strange to share his bed after so many months of waking up alone. In fact, he couldn’t remember the last time anyone had spent the night.
The previous evening had been wonderful. Everything about it. Their meal at the café had been truly delicious—he’d had crispy skin duck with vegetables, and Daniel had gone for meatloaf with roast vegetables. They’d ordered a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon with their meal, and coffee afterwards. They’d walked back to the car, almost freezing to death on the way, then Daniel had driven Vincent home with his hand on Vincent’s thigh the whole time, except when he had to change gears. Vincent had invited him in,
