20th October 2009
He knew exactly where the night was going, and where they needed to be. It was raining when they left the theatre, and Yazid hailed a taxi without further thought. There had been many, many stolen kisses in the dark, and there was no way the date was ending here and now.
“My place,” Ali said as a taxi obediently swerved across a lane of traffic to get to them. “And if you get out of it in the morning, you should count yourself lucky.”
Yazid eyed him sceptically as he held the door. “Why?” he asked as Ali called out his address to the bored cabbie. “You going to re-enact some of your weird porn DVDs?”
“Maaaaybe,” Ali drawled and Yazid laughed.
“Like hell you are.” The rain battered and rattled on the car roof, and yet despite the foul weather, Yazid felt warm and happ
