In the bedroom, Matt slipped between the covers and back into bed. He burrowed up to Vic, seeking warmth, and was rewarded when his lover extended an arm, draping it heavily over Matt’s shoulders. With a snuffling snore, Vic rolled over, pulling Matt to him, muttering something in his sleep.
Matt slid his cool, damp hands along Vic’s trim abdominal muscles, tracing the defined six-pack on his way down to his lover’s narrow waist. “Vic?” he whispered, snuggling closer. “You awake, babe?”
Another snore, ending in something that might’ve been no. Obviously, Matt thought, his fingers trailing over firm flesh. God, this body! So lean and hard, even in sleep, taut and tight and every inch of it his. How he loved it.
My man, he thought, savoring the words. They’d been together for a few years
