Chapter 3: Merry Christmas to All!
Victor
Victor stretched in the dim early morning light. He turned on his side and lay watching Bryan’s chest expand and contract with the long slow breaths of sleep. The inhalations were steady and dependable, just like the man. Always there, always supportive, always loving. Always.
Closing his eyes for a moment, he pulled in a lungful of Bryan’s warm scent. He resisted the yearning to draw the man into his arms, and instead settled for stopping the kitten mid-pounce from waking Bryan, and planting a light kiss on his husband’s forehead before slipping out of bed.
After feeding Felix, there was something Victor had to make right, and he wouldn’t be able to relish the joy of a cozy Christmas morning with Bryan until he’d taken care of it.
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