Chapter 7

Matt pulled it back in time. ::Anywhere. Love you.::

Another kiss, this one on the bridge of Vic’s nose, and a third when his lover pulled the blanket down and puckered up. “Tastes like syrup,” he muttered. “Now I want pancakes.”

“There are waffles in the fridge.” Matt smoothed a hand over Vic’s brow, reluctant to leave. The rumpled sheets made the bed look so inviting, and he knew just how warm and cozy it’d be to strip down and tuck himself in next to his lover…

But he was running late for work. “See you tonight,” he called out, pulling the bedroom door shut behind him to keep out the light from the hall.

::Love you,::came Vic’s mental reply. His thoughts were tinged with exhaustion, and by the time Matt locked the front door to their apartment behind him and headed down the stairs, Vic had fallen back to sleep.