Chapter 9
The station was quiet. It was half three in the afternoon, and the roads had been busy with mums collecting kids from the two schools between the college and the railway station, but the actual station was still quiet, and Jayden had arrived early. He’d been kicking his heels against the wall for ten minutes before the announcement.
“The next train at platform one is the 1533 service from London King’s Cross. This service terminates here.”
Jayden dropped off the wall and bounced on his heels excitedly. He’d not been able to eat breakfast or lunch, he was so wound up. He’d slept badly, and he didn’t care, because Darren was finally coming. He didn’t know whether he was going to hug him or kiss him or bury his hands in that amazing hair, or maybe all at once, and he should take
