As if heralding his thought, the symphonic sounds of classical music began to swell through the house.
“Nice choice,” he said when Gavin skated back into the kitchen, using the tile floor as a Slip ‘N Slide.
“Thank you.” Gavin snagged Matthew’s wine glass and set it on the counter. “I thought we could dance.”
Matthew shook his head. “I don’t know how to dance to this.”
“I am appalled,” Gavin said, taking Matthew’s hand. “All attractive young men should know how to dance. I will teach you.” He winked and smiled out of the side of his face as though to acknowledge the cheesiness of both tone and gesture. “But I will have to lead.”
“Un huh, and why is it that you always seem to be the one…” Matthew lifted both hands and finger-quoted the next word, “leading?”
“Because I am the one with
