Chapter Thirteen
Roughly thirty-six hours later, we were moved in — albeit without most of our personal things. Those would arrive in a few days.
Bradley undressed as I lay in bed, having already headed there not long before he got home from work, and I observed him. As he stripped down to his boxers and prepared to join me, I grimaced when he moved to get a drink.
“Why do you do that every night?”
He didn’t pause, pouring his drink, turning to me with it in hand as he answered, “It’s habit, I suppose. Plus, I like it.”
“When did you start doing it, for it to become a habit?”
Walking over to the bed, he placed the drink on the nightstand and slid under the covers. “Fifteen, maybe sixteen years ago. Hard to recall, but I started having a drink after work, if my shift ended in the even
