Matt didn’t bring up the question of a pet again. He didn’t have to—he had Vic thinking about it, and he knew Vic would give him what he wanted in the end. And to be honest, Matt wasn’t exactly sure what he wanted was a pet. His lover’s immediate refusal upon seeing Mrs. K’s cat sprawled out on their kitchen table had been the only reason Matt pressed his point in the first place. If they got a pet, he wanted it to be a mutual decision, not a knee-jerk reaction. So Vic didn’t like cats; so what? There were other animals they could keep if they chose.
By Monday morning, getting a pet was the last thing on Matt’s mind when he woke. His arms were still tight around Vic’s waist, his nude body pressed against his lover’s, in a pale imitation of the way they had held onto each other while maki
