Chapter 6
Jared’s apartment was both what he expected and completely surprising. Where Rick’s was a tidy mess, Jared’s was an explosion. Of color, of furniture, of items he’d either collected while he was modeling or raided from Goodwill stores. The couch was a futon buried in overstuffed pillows, each one a different brilliant fabric. Rick wanted nothing more than to sink into it with Jared sprawled atop him. Some of the material looked like it might be prickly, but there were velvets and satins amongst the mix, and one touch said they were stuffed with feathers instead of foam or those annoying beans that were supposed to be so good for the circulation.
Ladder bookcases hid one entire wall, their shelves laden with framed photos, miniature statues, and paperbacks. One was dedicated com
