After work, Matt headed home. Though it was early evening, he wasn’t very hungry and didn’t bother cooking dinner right away. He liked waiting for Vic, when he could, and his lover usually came in between eight-thirty and nine o’clock. So Matt changed out of his swim trunks and gym clothes, took a quick shower, and stretched out on the bed they shared, just to rest his eyes.
Several hours later, he woke with a start.
A glance at the clock on his bedside table showed it was nine fifteen. Settling back against the pillows, he tried to connect with Vic’s mind and couldn’t. ::Vic?::
No response.
With a yawn, Matt rolled onto his side, grasping Vic’s pillow with both hands and hugging it to him. His lover’s scent enveloped him, clean and strong. He shouldn’t have napped, he thought as h
