Ivan opened his eyes, yawned, then smiled. A warm feeling of affection stole over him. He was spooned against Skip, who was nestled snuggly against Ivan’s massive chest. Skip cradled Tootsie in his arms. The little dog was emitting contented snores.
Ivan had never considered himself a family man. He’d given only minor consideration to being in any sort of relationship, let alone a committed one. But here, this morning, at this moment, holding this man in his arms seemed so natural, so right, that those thoughts made perfect sense to him. He pressed himself against Skip, and kissed the man’s ear.
“Mmm,” Skip murmured sleepily. “Good morning.” He returned Ivan’s pressure.
Tootsie sat up, stretched, and licked Skip’s nose, then jumped off the bed and ran in circles, yipping loudly. Spell b
