Patiently Vic had explained that it was Matthe loved, not the strange gifts he bestowed; Vic would gladly give them up but didn’t want to lose Matt in the process. “I love you,” he reassured Matt, over and over again. From the moment they met, there’d been a spark between them, something neither could deny. And the fact that Vic had waited patiently for monthsbefore they moved from friends to lovers said more about the staying power of their relationship than either man could put into words.
Still, Matt rummaged through Vic’s mind from time to time, looking through his lover’s emotions and feelings as if leafing through a magazine, afraid of what he might find. But Vic stood aside and let him look however long he needed to until he was satisfied that, yes, Vic loved him.
Onlyhim. The powers be damned.
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In the living room, on Vic’s lap, Matt reached out to touch the new facial tattoo but his lover caught his hand. “Don’t,” he cautioned, pulling away. “It’s healing.”