“Taylor?” I whisper. “Are you awake?” It’s four a.m. and I can’t sleep. Despite doing my best to banish the thoughts over the pictures, I wasn’t able to talk it through with Taylor before heading to bed. A last-minute meeting with a new client had kept him in London until seven and when the client had suggested drinks and dinner, Taylor hadn’t wanted to refuse. I had been vaguely aware of Taylor slipping in beside me at around midnight but, as usual, sleep had overtaken me the moment he’d whispered goodnight in my ear and kissed me gently on my nose.
Taylor mumbles something unintelligible and rolls over so I take that as his answer. I doze fitfully for the next few hours, nightmares that I thought I’d long since banished resurfacing to torment my sleep. I don’t even realise that I’m scre
