Love, decided Doyle, was an incomprehensible
Bodie wasn’t a particularly attractive sight.
He was lying on his back with his mouth open, dribbling onto his
chin. Lovely habit, that. When Bodie was tired enough he could soak
And then there was that other thing Bodie did.
The reason why Doyle was awake at three in the morning.
“Oi!” Doyle kicked him. “Stop
Bodie blinked and smiled drowsily. Rolling over,
he threw an arm across Doyle’s chest and fell damply asleep
on his shoulder.
Three in the bloody morning, and...
Maybe not as incomprehensible as all that.