Page 79 of Just Like You
“Good,” I said back.
It was. It was so, so good.
Hey, I know you’re busy, Mr Married Idiot, but I thought you’d enjoy the latest tea. Went out last night and met this guy. Snogged him by the bar and then lost track of him. Found someone else, and we’re kind of mid making out, and the first guy comes back and pulls him off me. I was just standing there thinking, oh! Catfight! But the first guy just got up close and whispered in my face that I was his. Like. Brutal.Ended up going home with him. Am currently sat in his kitchen waiting for him to wake up. Just slap me now.
OMG, Sonny, you dirty slag! Get out of there!
Nah. I’m good. Sat here drinking tea, and now he’s up cooking me eggs. Still insists I’m his. Not sure how to break it to him that I’m not. But whatever. Enjoying the attention. How’s the honeymoon?
Sonny…
He’s nice. Not an axe murderer and made me the nicest scramble ever. Also? He was a great shag. I might actually consider seconds.
Shut the fuck up.
Says the guy who married his one-night stand after a month. And I love it. Go you! Now, when do I get to meet your HUSBAND. Fuck me. Things I never thought I’d write.
Epilogue Kieron
One year later.
He came through the door, just after six in the morning, his tie loose around his neck and his bag making a racket over the hallway tiles. Like always, a whirlwind that broke the silence in my life.
The days he was away, I worked as much as I could, just to free up time to spend with him. Some days I felt like I was working harder than I ever had, especially now, when Juliet was once again reorganising our teams, and even I had been formally invited to reapplyfor my job.
I hated it. Hated the uncertainty of not knowing my place.
“You okay?” he said, dumping his keys and removing that tie as well, letting a myriad of things hit the marbled surface of the kitchen worktop. “Traffic was horrible, and it’s, like, super early.”
“It always is, trying to get through Central London, doesn’t matter what time of day.”
“We should move back to Farnborough.” He grinned. “We never got stuck in traffic there.” Tease. He always did this to me. I stuck my tongue out and scooped him up. Placed a kiss on that luscious mouth of his.
“You smell. And no. Farnborough didn’t work for us. No traffic for you, a two-hour commute for me. Which I gladly did, but it wasn’t fun.”
“Nope. Agreed. This place, though?”
“I know the traffic is bad for you, but I do love it here.”
“It’s ours. And I am going to spend this week painting the second bedroom upstairs and redoing the hallway. I hate the colour.”
“I know you do. Which is why I spent all last evening putting the masking tape back up. Ready to go.”
“And that is why I love you.”
This was very him, coming back from work, overtired and overenthusiastic about everything, his mind racing and his mouth running. He needed to sleep. A nice shower and a cup of tea and Sleeping Beauty would be waking up a different person later.
And now we owned a bog-standard semi in Barnet. Who would have thought? Well. South Barnet. I claimed it to be North Hampstead. That always made him laugh. He was such a little shit sometimes, this person who shared my name.
We had the same last name. Like family did. Me and him.
Kieron and Julian Andrieu-Bradley. I loved our name, and I loved him. This funny, gorgeous person, because I did. Every little smelly bit of him.
“You stink.”
“Yes, I do. I spent an hour trying to clean up bodily fluids. We had to seal one of the toilets off in the end. The glamorous life of an inflight steward.”
“Gah. You’re brilliant. Now get clean before you pass any germs onto me. I have things to do this week, and I have to be on form.”
