“I know, I know,” Matt said, brushing it off. Then he’d be on another tangent. “What color roses do you think we should wear? I like red, but there are so many different ones on this site…”
Vic sighed. “Red is fine.”
Monday morning rolled around, and for the first time in a while, Matt got out of bed when Vic did. By the time Vic left for work, Matt was already on his laptop, phone pinging with incoming texts, planning the perfect wedding within the limitations they had. Vic leaned over his lover, pressing his nose into Matt’s tousled hair and inhaling the clean scent. “Love you,” he murmured with a kiss.
Matt half-turned, catching the next kiss on his lips. “Love you, too. We have the license appointment at six tonight—”
“I know,” Vic assured him. “Have a good day.”
“I have a busy da
