Chapter 8

He let Matt draw him into the apartment and into a tight embrace. Once his arms were around Matt’s waist, his face buried in his friend’s neck, Vic could let the day fall away from his shoulders and, for the first time since he’d left that afternoon, his mind was quiet.

Then Matt was fussing over him. “Off with the coat,” he said, tugging at Vic’s sleeve. “I ordered pizza, can’t you smell it? I don’t know about you but I’m starving.It’s been so hard sitting here waiting for you to come home when there’s a full pie begging to be eaten.”

Vic let Matt help him out of his jacket, too weary to protest. “Why didn’t you eat?”

“I waited for you.” Setting the jacket aside, Matt came up behind Vic to rub his hands along his lover’s broad shoulders. His strong fingers kneaded tight muscles. “You’re so tense.Rough day?”