Later, Matt bustled around his apartment, fluffing pillows, straightening his stack of Entertainment Weekly’s on the coffee table, and outfitting the bed in the aforementioned optimistic sheets. There was no reason to kid himself. Matt knew that if he invited Tre in for a nightcap after their dinner, there would be s*x. God, there had to be. Matt tried to remember the last time and thought it had been at least a couple of months, except for his daily sessions with Mr. Thumb and his four sons. His head just hadn’t been in the right place for even simple physical release with another guy.
Tonight, he hoped he would get his head in the right place. Both of them.
Tre was due to arrive any minute now. Matt stole a glance at himself in the round mirror he had positioned over the secretary desk
