Chapter 3Their next meeting was quite by chance. Devon had gone into the spare bedroom to get a fresh towel for the bathroom. He had a thing about using the same one too many times. Immediately, his eyes fell upon the ghost. There was a towel on the bed and Devon guessed his uninvited house guest was about to take a shower.
Without any care for being seen, he stood by the door and watched as the man pulled off his T-shirt, revealing a chest thick with dark hair. There was the hint of a belly, but apart from that, his body was as perfect an example of masculinity as one could get.
As he lowered his trousers, pulling the leg of the garment from one foot, then the other, Devon could see thick thighs covered in hair and rippling beneath tanned skin. He watched as the man kicked his discarded
