First of May
The aroma of homemade coffee and scones woke Doppio from his slumber. He checked the calendar, flipped it over to May, headed downstairs to where Risotto was and sat at the table. His boyfriend had already placed a scone and a cup of coffee for him. “Good morning,” he said, pouring a cup of coffee. He walked over to the table. “How’d you sleep?” “Slept like a log.” “That’s good.” He sat down across the table. Doppio looked out the window. It was a sunny day out with a gentle breeze. The last couple of months had been rainy and cold, causing the two to stay trapped inside their home. “Finally, we have some nice weather.” “The temperatures have been strangely low,” Risotto commented. “But it wasn’t going to be winter forever. Anyways, what are we going to do today?” Doppio pondered. We haven’t been to the beach in a while. What if we got naked? He blushed at the thought. Risotto noticed and grinned, rubbing his naked foot between...