Vic was looking past him again, but not at Char—his gaze drifted upward, and Matt followed it up the stairs to the dark interior of the second floor. Dipping into his lover’s thoughts, Matt asked, ::Vic? Are you listening to me?::
Taking Matt’s hand, Vic told him, “Let’s see what’s upstairs.”
When Vic moved toward the stairs, Matt stood his ground. “Vic, no. I’m sure there’s nothing up there we need to see. Let’s just go home.” He glanced at Char and let a small whine creep into his voice. “I need you.”
With a gentle tug, Vic pulled Matt to him. Draping an arm around Matt’s shoulders, Vic nosed aside the sweaty curls covering Matt’s ear and told him, “There’s an empty bedroom upstairs. If you want to get in the car, wait for it to warm up, drive all the way home, park, go up to the apar
