20
Dex had gone to Alex’s for barely a night before realising it was a stupid thing to do. He’d missed his bed, even as he resented it for all the memories it held. He’d tossed and turned on the narrow cot Alex set up for him in his room, and the next day he’d packed up his s**t, thanked Alex, and trudged back home before his work shift.
It was nearly midnight by the time he made his careful way home. Of all the things he’d been expecting to see upon arriving, Nick huddled on the sofa, with Nat, Izzy, Jonny, and Lance around him, surrounded by a dozen beer bottles, was not it. What the f**k?
He froze, then thought, They must all think I’m a f*****g arsehole.
Why else would they have been looking this protective of Nick, huddled miserably on their sofa, with Dex standing there across en
