Quint walked quietly into the bedroom, undressed, then went into the bathroom, closing the door so as not to wake Clay. He took a fast shower, brushed his teeth, then turned out the light before returning to very carefully slide into bed next to Clay. He knew his lover had been up late attending the opening of his latest show at the gallery. Quint would have been there with him if he hadn’t been called in on a new case.
He’d barely closed his eyes when Quint felt Clay turn over and brush a kiss to his temple.
“How bad?” Clay asked.
“Bad.” Quint rolled onto his side, resting his hand on Clay’s chest. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.”
“What time is it?”
“After three. How was the opening?”
“Same as always. A lot of people telling me how great I am and how much they love my work,” Clay
