Chapter 4Over the following days and nights, Devon could feel himself slowly falling in love with the handsome, masculine spirit who had decided to make himself comfortable in Devon’s home.
Any time Brad stepped into the shower, Devon made sure he was there to witness that first trickle of water that wound its way down the smooth, tanned flesh of Brad’s back, almost losing momentum as it reached the patch of dark hair in the small of his back. Then, as more and more water washed down, the original trickle suddenly regained momentum and wove a path to the top of his hairy arse crack. In the blink of an eye, it would disappear, swept away by the cascade of water pouring from the shower head.
But he also noticed that often, when Brad turned to face him, his c**k would be a little fatter, a
