Kiko woke when Dom slid into bed and kissed the back of his neck. At first all he felt was peace and happiness; he snuggled back against Dom’s bare chest, relishing the contact, and felt a warm arm snake around him. Then he remembered the stress of the past few weeks, the situation earlier with the eggs, and rolled over in Dom’s arms.
“Didn’t think you’d wake up,” said Dom.
“You mean you were hoping I wouldn’t,” said Kiko, but he leaned in to kiss Dom on the lips. Dom hadn’t shaved since Wednesday at least, and the dark scruff Kiko liked was growing in.
“I was hoping work would’ve put you in a good mood.”
Kiko smiled at that. It was easier to find it funny now that it was over.
“Not tonight. Tonight we had an irate mother who thought I was using candies to poison or mutilate her child
