Chapter 7
Moving from room to room, Paul thought the house felt clean, fresh, new. It also felt empty, quiet, devoid of Trevor. He shook his head. It had only been, what, three hours since he’d left Trevor’s?
He remembered the sad and disappointed look Trevor had tried to hide. Hell, hadn’t he also been trying not to show how much he didn’t want to leave? Over the weeks that he’d spent with Trevor, Paul had had to do a massive re-evaluation of the bloke.
There was much more to Trevor than he’d first thought. Before he’d stayed with him, he’d pegged him as a gossipy, limp-wristed shirt-lifter. Now…Paul sat heavily on his new sofa and stared unseeing at the freshly wall-papered walls. Now I miss the hell out of him.
“f**k!” Paul said, getting to his feet and moving toward his drinks cabi
