Chapter Twenty-Eight
Fuck it, Gloria thought, and took Ash’s hand in hers. It was the first time they’d left Ash’s flat since Gloria had arrived on Friday evening. Some fresh air had been sorely needed. They’d had brunch at the place around the corner and were walking back towards the river. Because it was Sunday, the streets were much quieter in this part of town, so close to the City.
Ash slotted her fingers through Gloria’s as though they’d been walking hand-in-hand along the streets of London forever. But to Gloria, too, it just felt natural, despite the secret thrill it gave her.
Ash pointed at a tall building on the other side of the next bridge. “That’s where I work.”
Whereas yesterday, the atmosphere between them had been tinged by sheer exuberance and the complete inability to
