But they’d been together for so long, Vic knew just how to circumvent his lover. Quickly he watched the memory play out—Roxie leaned against the door to Matt’s office, leafing through a magazine and making the occasional sound of annoyance when Matt didn’t hang up the phone to chat. Finally she snapped, tossed the magazine at Matt, and stormed out.
Vic watched it a second time, frowning. ::What’s so bad about that?::
::Nothing.::Matt took the memory back and tucked it away, then stretched out above Vic to lay along his lover’s back. Their bodies seemed to meld into one. When he spoke, his words echoed through Vic. “I told you. It was nothing.”
Confused, Vic rolled onto his side. Behind him Matt shifted to the opposite side, sliding off into the space Vic had just vacated on the bed. As Vic wrapped a strong arm around Matt’s shoulders, Matt rested his head beside Vic’s on his lover’s bent elbow, a breath away from Vic’s face. “Did you see what she was reading?” he whispered.