“What’d you say?” she asked, using her towel to dry her auburn hair instead of her damp, dewy body. He smirked, his back to her even as he regarded her reflection in the hallway mirror facing him. “I asked if you wanted to have dinner with Archie and Sage tonight?” &...
It was furnished simply, and he didn’t require much: a couch, a coffee table, a chair or two for guests, some barstools at the kitchen counter, a bed… that’s about it. He hung his baggies and towel over the upstairs porch railing outside his bedroom, drifting...