Chapter 17

But Matt wasn’t easily convinced. “You say that now, but what if I told you I didn’t want to have sex again? Like ever? Could you live without the powers, Vic? The super strength, the telepathy, the flying?”

Though he knew the answer was yes, Vic paused to think how best to explain it to Matt. Carefully, he told his lover, “I don’t need those things. To tell you the truth, they scare the shit out of me. I can live without breaking off the faucet every time I turn on the sink, or lifting a city bus. I want to keep my feet on the ground and I don’t want anyone else’s thoughts in my head but my own, and maybe yours. If I wake up tomorrow and all that’s gone, thank God.”

Matt’s gaze softened, and with a tender touch, Vic traced the curve of his lover’s cheek. “I’m not ready to give you up. If you never wanted to make love again, I’d live with it, I’d have to. But I want to hold you every night as we fall asleep, and I still want to kiss you, touch you. Love you. If you’ll let me.”