Jesse
I leave Kylie’s after breakfast and go to work for a few hours before heading home to deal with calls, and then I finally settle down for the night. But my house is empty and lonely, and I realise I want to spend every night with my girl. Here, at hers, I don’t care. As long as she is with me.
I text her that, and she sends me back a crying emoji before wishing me goodnight.
As I’m cleaning up, the three loud banging knocks on my door make me frown. It’s late, and Kylie is asleep at home, so who could it be? They come again, louder this time, more insistent, almost shaking the door with the force and sending the dog next door into a barking meltdown.
Before I can even answer it, the back door opens, and I turn to see a flustered, angry Xavier. “Xavier, what the f**k?” I snap.
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