Damian or Ridge couldn’t argue that they relished the physical action of being home, in each other’s arms. Apartment J-11 felt cozy with its air conditioner running, cool against their naked flesh, blowing their chest and leg hair. The two men had just finished making love, connected in a missionary position. Ridge played pitcher, and Damian played catcher. Usually they listened to Adele on the radio, but the apartment had a Zen about it, without any noise. Following their love making, the two men took a shower together, dried off, and ended up in bed again. The last year had been hell for both of them; normalcy in their lives when they played the highwaymen game. Rest is what the pair needed, and they knew it, replenishing their bodies after nights on the highways and chasing bad guys.
They talked about watching a Netflix movie together, but Ridge said, “Let’s just lay here and suck up the quiet. I only want to hear your heartbeat.”