Chapter 5
Devin’s apartment looked as though a set designer for a modern-day Boys in the Band had decorated it. It couldn’t have been gayer if it had rainbow-hued hardwood planks installed on the floor, a touch Wren would keep to himself because he was afraid Devin might actually implement it.
Wren set down the duffel bag he had brought and surveyed the small but orderly space. As promised, Devin had left a key with the building manager, and Wren was grateful for the arrangement, glad Devin wasn’t home to greet him. It was nice to have some time alone before Devin’s innuendos, roaming fingers, Listerine-scented tongue, and eight-inch d**k began trying to probe him.
It was nice to simply sit for a minute and rest. He plopped down on the couch, noting the neatly stacked copies of the Advo
