Wayne woke after sunlight hit his eyes. He laid there, turned and moved the pillows next to him. No Pad. He heard varying sounds of birdcalls.
“Must be a mockingbird,” he mumbled.
Then he smelled bacon frying. He threw on some clothes on and headed downstairs. In the kitchen he saw Pad, clad in T-shirt, shorts barefooted, and cooking.
“Good morning!” said Pad.
“Morning, sweetness.” Wayne kissed Pad on the check and tried not to jostle him as he moved the bacon, and oil splattered. “Sorry, haven’t brushed my teeth yet.” He slapped Pad’s ass. “You okay? Was I too rough last night?”
“I’m good. You seemed extra aggressive last night, like you needed it though.”
“Dancing does it to me,” Wayne said. “I’m sorry. I should have waited until you completely woke up.”
The door behind Wayne open
