Strong hands grabbed the hem of his shirt and tugged. The neck hole slipped over Matt’s chin, then his lips, then his nose; he breathed in fresh air as if it were expensive perfume, tingling his senses. “Better?” Vic asked.
Matt raised his hands above his head to indicate he wanted the shirt off completely. His arms were still trapped in sleeves that held tight just below his elbows, and though he could breathe again, he still couldn’t see. “All the way please, sir.”
“Sir?” Vic teased. His grip tightened on Matt’s shirt as he pulled it back, taking Matt with him.
Suddenly Matt found himself being laid down. He wriggled as he was stretched out along the couch. “I can’t see—”
“You can breathe, right?” Vic asked.
As Matt nodded, he felt large hands tuck the hem of his shirt into the cush
