Matt fills the doorframe, his big body loose and relaxed. He’s in a blue V-neck shirt and gray slacks that mold to narrow hips and show hints of the muscled legs underneath. Even when he’s dressed casually, it’s obvious he has great taste and money from the way his clothes fit him. He walks inside, closing the door. He offers me a bouquet with a sunflower in the middle, then kisses me softly.
