Chapter 31
They caught an afternoon train home, one from the sporadic hourly Sunday service. They were late getting out of bed, showering together even though it had been little more than lax kissing, a long embrace under the blisteringly hot water, and Jayden watching Darren’s curls bounce and defy the steam in silent fascination.
So they were even later still leaving, and missed the others. The hotel had no remaining evidence of a wedding, bar confetti still fluttering around the grey steps and London skyline outside. Jayden sent texts; Darren knocked back his pill several hours late with a bottle of cold orange juice from a coffee shop on the corner, and got out his mobile the moment they left the underground for the mainland station.
He was still on his phone when Jayden returned fr
