Chapter 6Since his accident, Devon had not heard from his boss or any of his colleagues. He’d been granted leave. He knew he had. It was just he had forgotten both how much leave he had, and when, if ever, he was due back in the office. Not that he could imagine being separated from Brad five days a week.
What he did know, however, was that Brad was someone he wished he’d met when he was alive. Having experienced the closeness and comfort of lying beside Brad, and wanting more and more of him, Devon had made semi-regular trips across the hallway to Brad’s room to watch him sleep. He’d slip into bed with him and watch Brad’s hairy chest rising and falling against the faint light that crept in through the crack in the curtains. Occasionally, Brad would start snoring, but quiet little snores
