Chapter 10
It was a long day at work.
Eli fumed for the first half, and lounged listless and depressed against the counter for the other half. He worked in a little shop in the city centre three days a week for s**t pay, selling cigarettes and The Daily Mail to old, vaguely-racist guys with Jack Russell terriers. It wasn’t the type of job that kept your mind off fighting with your boyfriend.
And Eli hated fighting with Rob. It happened a fair bit—they were both volatile, quick to anger, and slow to back down—but it didn’t mean Eli liked it. He’d known what Rob was like after that very first date, when Rob had nearly choked on his pint when Eli had told him what his parents did for a living. It wasn’t like Eli was surprised by it.
He was just…he didn’t mind much, not normally, because R
