Monday morning came all too early for Matt. When his alarm clock went off, he rolled over halfheartedly to silence it, then snuggled closer to Vic’s warm, nude body. Two seconds later, the familiar jangle of dog tags roused him as the bed shook beneath Sadie’s sudden weight. Her cold nose burrowed beneath the blankets, aiming for his feet. “All right, all right!” he cried softly. He pulled his toes away from her lapping tongue and struggled to free himself from the bed sheet. “I’m up.”
The dog waited impatiently as Matt relieved himself—from the bathroom, he could hear her paws as she paced by the door to their apartment, eager to head outside. Pulling on Vic’s flannel robe, which swam on Matt’s lithe frame, Matt stopped in the kitchen to retrieve the full trash bag his lover had tied up
