As he pulled his late model Jaguar into a spot in front of their apartment building, Matt thought it funny how easy it had been to fit himself into Vic’s solitary life. They’d been together little more than a year, and already Matt couldn’t imagine life without the man. They were so very much in love—each day only deepened Matt’s feelings and entwined their souls a little closer together. As much as he savored the here and now, he couldn’t wait for the next five years, or ten, or fifteen. He wanted to come home on Valentine’s Day twenty years in the future and feel the exact same way he felt today—like a newlywed on his honeymoon.
Heading into the building, he let his mind roam ahead of him, up the stairs, into their apartment. He touched on Vic’s sleeping consciousness and drew back, unw
