“I have work to do,” Matt told her.
“Swimming doesn’t count.”
Roxie went back to playing with the radio and Matt frowned at the road before him, his mind drifting back to his dark bedroom, warm bed, and the lover he had left between his sheets. Usually Vic woke when Matt did, but he must have needed his sleep. Vaguely, Matt wondered what power that crossways position they’d tried the night before would give his lover. It had been new and exciting, an added twist to their usual coupling. After they’d come, Matt had crawled onto Vic to lie on his lover, his head on Vic’s chest. Vic had held Matt tight, his strong arms like muscular walls hemming him in. Matt heard each breath his lover took, each beat of Vic’s heart. With his lover’s mind just as enveloped in his as their bodies were twine
