It doesn’t take me long to get the rest of the paint off the window. Just as I’m about to move onto the next one, I hear Bradley’s voice drift up from the other house. He’s so loud. “Rudy, darling,” he says, and then he laughs, a magical sound that’s begun to bring a smile to my lips whenever I hear it. I’ve decided I quite like his laugh. “You know that’s not where I want that dresser to go.”
Rudy says something indistinct and Bradley laughs again. Against my better judgment, I pull the sheer curtains in front of the window and peek out between them. Down in the room below, Bradley steps up onto the mattress, tanned legs and thick arms and the broad expanse of his back just begging to be touched. By me, I think as Rudy comes up to him, rubbing his hands down the bunched muscles in Bradle
