It's not much, but enjoy.
"Time for me to go."
Brandon said nothing. From the bed, he watched the other man walk out of the bedroom. He kept his eyes focused on the doorway until a 'click' from the front of his condo let him know he was alone once again. He sank back down into the bed and looked up at the ceiling - painted white like the jacket of the other man's suit.
The top sheet was stuck to his abdomen. He looked at the clock on his bedside table. If he tried, he could get another hour's sleep before he headed back to the office.
Harry only came by on Thursdays.