Later that evening, Matt sat on his side of the bed, leafing through another catalog of matched wedding bands and trying not to feel guilty about having given in so easily. Was he that much of a slut that he needed s*x on such a regular basis? When had he gotten so bad? There were plenty of nights when he and Vic fell asleep without making love, when they were content to lie together in each other’s arms, when the mere presence of his lover was enough to soothe Matt’s raging libido. Why was it the moment he couldn’t have something—couldn’t have Vic—he wanted nothing else?
Those questions troubled him. Worse, the fact that Vic didn’t seem as starved for his own attentions bothered Matt even more, though he didn’t want to admit it. Oh, he knew his lover wasn’t getting satisfied elsewhere—h
