Once, and only once, their roles had reversed. It had been on their anniversary, the day when, two years earlier, Matt first saw Vic at the gym and wondered what he could say or do to get the big lug to look his way. Vic counted New Year’s Eve as their anniversary, which was the date they finally overstepped the fine line between friends and lovers, but for Matt, life started that early spring day in the weight room.
The evening of his anniversary, they’d been in the living room watching Jeopardy! Vic’s hectic summer shifts hadn’t yet started, so his evenings were spent at home with Matt, the two of them entwined on the couch. Matt sat at one end and Vic stretched out beside him, head on a small throw pillow, legs tucked up, bare feet in Matt’s lap. Bored with the television, Matt strumm
