At the gym, Matt hit the locker room first. He shucked off his sweats to reveal the loose swim trunks that comprised his work outfit, and kicked his sneakers into his locker, switching them for a pair of black sandals he wore poolside. A stack of invoices sat on his desk, but they’d have to wait—Matt always took a quick lap around the pool before he opened it. Swimming relaxed him. Beneath the water, he felt protected and safe, buffered from the rest of the world, the same way he felt with Vic. The one time he’d managed to get his lover alone in the pool had been electric, the press of their bodies warming the water, heated kisses and hot hands and a mouthful of chlorine when he gave Vic head while holding his breath underwater. Swim trunks slipped down wet skin so easily, and there’d been
