Falling backward onto the bed, he closed his eyes.
* * * *
It was true what they said, the birds did seem to sing sweeter, the grass looked greener when you were inlove. Paul tried to whistle, but the stupid grin on his face kept returning, making whistling impossible.
He always liked staying in bed late at the weekend, reading the paper, watching the telly or having a long slow wank. But that morning, waking up next to Trevor, he felt energized. He needed to get up and about. Thinking it would be nice to make breakfast for Trevor for once, God knows the man had cooked him enough meals, he dressed and kissed Trevor’s shoulder.
“Just gonna go shopping, love. Back soon, okay?”