Page 76 of Just Like You
But.
If I sold my place and he sold his? Would he want to? And what the hell was I doing getting married when there were still so many things we hadn’t even discussed?
I was fiercely independent and… previously unattached… but still the chief of my own destiny. Sonny’s words, right there. I was also now married and looking for a three-bedroom detached home in Barnet? What the hell was wrong with me?
Well, nothing because here he was, ripping his shirt off and crawling on top of me wearing nothing but a tie.
“Sleep well?”
“How are you not hungover?” I ruffled his hair. He kissed me.
Nice. This was so incredibly nice.
“I had to get up and take this meeting. Juliet sends her love; she is demanding we take her for dinner next week so she can meet you. Not quite the done thing, but Juliet…is Juliet.”
“You have a lot of nice friends.”
“I have…like…a handful of people I tolerate. And a whole bunch of workmates I can’t stand.”
“So grumpy.” I tutted, tapping his nose.
“What were you looking at on your phone?” Nosy?
“Nothing.” I grinned, trying to hide it under the sheet, which of course he wouldn’t let me.
“RightMove. Ah. Investing in more real estate? Barnet?”
“There are some slightly more affordable homes in Barnet.”
“I’m not moving to Barnet. I was looking more towards Hampstead, the northern parts. Good transport links. We need to be able to get to work.”
“What are you doing looking at RightMove?” I teased, giving him a stare.
“I want to live with you. Eventually. We can’t be married and not…eventually…share a home.”
“True.” My voice was soft. Like his.
“We can look,” he said. “With no obligations or pressure. Maybe one day we’ll see something we both like. Or you can move in with me. Or I can just pack up and work more from home. Farnborough is nice. I liked it.”
“You spent two nights in Farnborough with me.”
“And you spent three nights in Highgate. We’ll get there. A little at a time.”
“Why is this so easy?”
I threw that out there, more like a fact than a question.
“Because it’s us. Fuck the rules.”
“Oh yes. I forgot that.”
“That was last night, wasn’t it? Before the shots.”
“I never drink that much.”
“Well…here I am, nursing a hangover. And you look like you’re ready to run a marathon.”
“It’s… Well. I drank two bottles of water and took a full dose of paracetamol two hours ago. Speaking of which, let me order you breakfast.”
