‘You gave me a drawer?’ No one has ever made space for you before, Freddie. ‘I gave you a drawer.’ He pointed at the Ikea set under the telly and Xbox. ‘Thanks a fucking lot, Freddie!’ His cheeks burned red.Īnger she could deal with. ‘You’ve had perks too.’ He was thinking with his dick. ‘You’ve been fucking me because it’s convenient?’ ‘This has just been temporary, while I find new digs.’ ‘You know I’ve been sofa-surfing for months.’ She grabbed yesterday’s knickers from the floor, turned them inside out. ‘What have the last few months been then? You’ve stayed the last twelve nights and you’re saying this is just – what? A fling?’ His eyes were wide. ‘No?’ He sat up, the duvet falling off his naked body. Each time her dad smashed the frame during a drunken rage, her mum just replaced it without mentioning it. ‘This – us, like it’s fun and stuff, but no.’ She thought of her parents’ wedding photo: her mum twenty-four years old in her lacy white dress. ‘I think you’ve got the wrong idea.’ Freddie swung her legs over the side of the bed. Was he crazy? She had her whole life ahead of her.
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