Chapter 6
The following day, he awoke in Brad’s bed, not sure how he’d ended up there. He’d no sooner opened his eyes than Brad came padding into the room.
“Morning. How’d you sleep?” Brad leapt onto the bed landing inches from him.
“Wow. I think I passed out.”
Brad nodded. “And you were snoring for Australia.”
Ian blushed. “I do not snore.”
“You don’t snore? My God, you nearly inhaled the pillow.”
Ian slapped him playfully on the thigh.
“And the duvet. The lamp on the bedside table.” Brad could hardly keep himself from laughing. “The bedside table!”
Ian was in fits of laughter, and continued to slap Brad on the leg with each item listed.
“Half the mattress. And me.”
“You sure tell one hell of a story.”
“You did. Look at my legs. There’s constriction marks all over them from wh
