Chapter 13Alfie is the first through the door when the lock clicks over, newly lanky frame skidding across the wood and into the wall before he can stop himself.
“Bring it down a notch, fluff,” Reza calls to him, already tumbling his rucksack onto the sofa. He reaches for Vince’s hand a moment later, locks their fingers together and hauls Vince over to the door of the art room.
“Is this you excited?” Vince asks, watching the way light catches in Reza’s eyes, swirls there as he opens the door.
“I’m interested to see your reaction,” Reza corrects.
“I’m going to love it.” Vince follows him into the little room, sunlight milky through the window. “I love all your stuff, you know that.”
“Don’t be boring,” Reza chastises, lifting the sheet that covers his easel. “Tell me what you really thi
