Thursday. Christmas Eve. The office would be closing at noon, and Micah hoped Jonathan still planned to go out with him for drinks. It would chase away any loneliness he might otherwise feel if he hit the clubs himself. Yeah, there would be others looking to score out there, but Micah didn’t want a few fumbled moments in the dark, not this holiday season. He wanted companionship, friendship, Jonathan.
And Brady, he added, catching a glimpse of his coworker’s back as he hurried down the hall to their suite. The guy was nice enough, Micah told himself for what seemed like the hundredth time. Things with Jonathan would never take off, he knew, so at least he had a consolation prize lined up. If Brady didn’t confess to leaving those Santa gifts, Micah would confront him after the two had had
