Chapter Fourteen
SIX DAYS LATER, ZACH was back at work and Dylan was home by himself. Well, technically it was Zach’s house, but it already felt like home to him somehow. He knew where everything was, he had a large section of the closet for his clothes, and his products were now all over the bathroom.
It was the first day Zach had gone to work since the accident and although he missed his boyfriend after spending every second together for two weeks, he was enjoying the peace and quiet. He’d woken up after Zach had left, taken a long, hot shower, put on some rock music and cleaned the house.
Marguerite came once a week, but he found cleaning therapeutic and it made him proud of the place that Zach referred to as “their home.”
Zach had filled the fridge to brimming so that Dylan could c
