Chapter 10
Stefan went home after dinner.
Leaving was weird. Yannis had simply ignored him, going back to the piano like he ate with his boyfriend’s s*x toy every day of the week. Daz, however, had been chatty and almost…affectionate. He’d found some clothes out of Yannis’ things and dressed Stefan, then called him eye-catching in blue and kissed him.
And Stefan hadn’t—hadn’t really known what to do with that.
He’d been packed into a taxi and given a twenty to pay for it when he got home. That jarred. It felt awful and heavy in his pocket, and the change cold in his fist as he walked up to the flat. Only when he put it on the kitchen counter, so he’d remember to give it back to Daz next time, did Stefan realise what it looked like.
It looked like—felt like—he’d been paid.
The little
