Four months later on New Year’s Eve, Vic couldn’t wait any longer.
Matt sat beside him on the couch, a glass of sparkling clear champagne in one hand that he raised to toast the TV when the ball began to drop in Times Square. The bubbly made his eyes shimmer, his cheeks flush. His thin wrist looked as delicate as the stem of the glass he held so carefully, his skin dusky in the low light. The dark curls that clung to his head begged to be combed through, but so far, Vic had managed to keep his hands to himself.
As the rest of the east coast counted down, Matt turned to him with a wide grin. “Here’s to us.”
Plucking the glass from Matt’s hand, Vic set it on the coffee table and eased an arm along the back of the couch behind his friend. As his fingers strummed Matt’s neck just below t
