Six months later
The new apartment smelled like fresh paint and Joshua’s favorite coffee. Sunlight streamed through large windows overlooking the city, highlighting the framed photos on the walls—Saint working in the garage, the two of them laughing at the cabin, and the official couple shot from Joshua’s latest exhibit. Life together wasn’t perfect, but it was theirs, and it was everything Saint had dreamed of.
Saint stood in the kitchen, flipping pancakes, when Joshua wandered in wearing nothing but Saint’s oversized t-shirt. The hem barely covered his ass, and Saint’s body reacted instantly.
“Morning, handsome,” Joshua said, wrapping his arms around Saint from behind and pressing a kiss to his shoulder blade. His hands wandered lower, slipping under the waistband of Saint’s boxers.
