One evening, as Matt dressed after his shower, he noticed the Kama Sutra book he’d given Vic for Christmas. It sat on his lover’s bedside table, a puzzle book on top of it hiding most of the cover. Zipping up his jeans, Matt skirted the bed and picked up the book. He knew Vic wasn’t one for reading, and he suspected there was a very real part of his lover’s psyche that didn’t feel comfortable looking at the erotic photographs in the book, as if that somehow equated to cheating in his mind. But Matt didn’t think of it like that—in fact, when he looked at the pictures, he didn’t see the models at all but imagined himself and Vic in all those different positions. Some of the more common ones they’d already tried, but there were quite a few more adventurous s****l poses he’d like to experiment
