That night, Nick practically pranced up to Victor’s door and rang the bell. Victor had a nice spacious one-floor house in a quiet neighborhood. He had told Nick he picked it because there weren’t many kids or noisy households to distract him while he wrote. Nick agreed it was a lovely house, and he admired the well-kept window boxes while he waited for Victor to answer.
Victor opened the door with a smile, his honey-blonde hair neatly parted save for one lock of hair that stuck out in the back. Nick bit his lip to suppress a giggle as he checked out his new boyfriend. The two of them were similarly dressed, except Victor was wearing black corduroy instead of slacks like Nick, and his polo was dark blue whereas Nick’s was white. “Great minds think alike, huh?” Victor remarked, his blue eye
