Chapter 9
Much like the rest of his place, Seth kept his bedroom neat, never knowing when company might drop in. Sort of like now. Not that he spent an unhealthy amount of time entertaining strays or falling for alcohol-sodden lines; he’d given up the bar scene a long time ago. The queen sized bed was made, done in shades of beige and black, a recurring theme throughout the room, with touches of equestrian here and there; like the large painting hanging over the headboard. The frame was a custom piece, molded and outfitted to resemble bits. The painting was of the first horse he won an Olympic medal on.
“This is nice.”
“Thanks.”
Having already had a taste of Derrick, Seth was longing for other things. Like a release of his own. Wandering over to his dresser, he considered the bottom dr
