Saturday morning arrived lazy and golden.
Ethan woke first, sprawled half across Gabriel, one leg hooked over his, face buried in his shoulder.
He shifted slightly, blinking into consciousness.
Gabriel's hand was already moving through his hair—slow, absent strokes that suggested he'd been awake for a while.
"Morning," Gabriel murmured.
"Mm. How long have you been up?"
"Not long. You were comfortable. Didn't want to move you."
Ethan tilted his head up, finding Gabriel's eyes soft and unguarded. "We should do something today."
"I thought we were doing nothing?"
"We did nothing last night. Today I want to do something." Ethan pushed up on his elbow. "I want you to meet my friends."
Gabriel's eyebrows rose slightly. "Your friends?"
"Yeah. Charlie and the others. We usually meet Saturdays at this bar downtown." Ethan's expression turned slightly mischievous. "Very exclusive."
"Very exclusive," Gabriel echoed, amused.
