And saw the blanched, frightened face of a man he didn’t recognize cowering before Vic. “Um.” He licked his lips nervously and whimpered like a scared dog. “My…my girlfriend—”
From downstairs, a reedy female voice drifted up the hall. “Harold! Tell them to knock it off up there! People are trying to sleep!”
Harold gave Vic a strained smile and pointed at the stairs that led to the lower floor. Matt stifled a laugh at the black look he imagined must cloud his lover’s face. With Vic’s multiple piercings, shaved head, devilish goatee, and bulging muscles covered with tattoos, Matt knew all too well how intimidating the man could be. ::Vic,:: he chided silently. ::You’re scaring the s**t out of him.::
Vic’s response belied the scowl darkening his face. ::But it’s so much fun.::
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