Rich stretched his arms above his head, back arching off the bed as he slowly woke. Smiling to himself, he rolled over to put his arms around his husband.
All he found was a pillow. That was odd. True, though, he could be with Vell or in the kitchen or… Anywhere in the house really. Scrubing his face, the vampire threw the sheets off of himself, not bothering to do anything else but throw on a pair off jeans to walk around the house in.
Kitchen was a no go. Reaver wasn’t in there cooking waffles like he so graciously did the bed-head standing alone in there, looking almost lost. “Reaver!” he called loudly, knowing the angel would hear him of he were in the building.