Lust flooded Matt. Stepping into the bathroom, he shut the door behind him and let out a low, randy wolf whistle that made Vic smirk. “God, you are hot.”
“You’re just saying that so I won’t be mad,” Vic teased.
With a frown, Matt asked, “Are you mad?”
Vic laughed as he swished the razor in the sink full of water. “No. I can’t be mad at you. You know that.”
Sidling closer, Matt wrapped his arms around Vic’s ample waist and rested his chin on Vic’s shoulder. “Then see? It worked.”
Vic planted a quick kiss on the tip of Matt’s nose. “Love you,” he murmured. The words rumbled through Matt’s chest and he hugged Vic closer, but to his surprise his lover tried to shrug him off. “Now let me shave.”
Without thinking, Matt plucked the plastic razor from Vic’s hand. “Let me.”
Vic sighed. “Matt
