Some time later, Vic stood and helped Matt to his feet. Leaving the dinner plates on the table, they retreated to the living room, where Vic sank down to sit in his recliner. Once situated, he guided Matt down onto his lap and held him close. Matt rested his head on Vic’s shoulder, content. When Vic turned toward him, Matt’s lips found his in a sweet, tender kiss that lingered between them.
When they finally parted, Matt kept his face near Vic’s, unwilling to put too much distance between them. He hated himself for his earlier outburst and the feelings he’d harbored all evening and the way he’d been quick to blame his lover for things beyond his control. His heart ached to see Vic staring at him so intently, a remnant of his earlier sadness still clouding his features. “I’m sorry,” he wh
