Lance didn’t call, but then Bradley didn’t know why he was expecting him to. Maybe to give him a real apology. He’d have a few minutes when Narcisse showered. Unless they were doing everything together. Bradley was almost too distraught at the thought to go to work, but the alternative was calling in and sitting around his apartment all day—while his coworkers were thinking he was having ecstatic multiple-round s*x with Lance—and he didn’t think he could stomach that.
He dragged himself out of bed and got to work on time. He then proceeded to be very busy all day so he could avoid discussing the night before with anyone. Bradley didn’t want to talk about it, certainly not with coworkers, and ignoring everyone seemed to be enough. For now. When the whispers grew to be too much, he mumbled
