Chapter 7It was eleven when Harley awoke, to his shock. He never slept so late, and he yawned, rubbing his face as he went into the ensuite to shower. He remembered every detail of the night before as he stood under the spray with his morning wood refusing to go down. He half wished Ryan had slunk home at dawn and half wished to find him still curled up in his spare bed.
He climbed from the shower and dressed, sighing with frustration all the while. He needed to get laid as soon as possible and take his mind off a man he would never have.
To his shock, laughter came from the kitchen as he descended the stairs and there, at his kitchen table drinking coffee, sat Ryan. Harley’s heart lurched and he managed a smile, stepping into the kitchen and taking a glass from the cupboard and some jui
