Rachel opened the door to her old flat. It was almost exactly as she had left it, complete with a sink full of dirty dishes. Twenty-four hours had changed everything in her life, but not this place. This would never change.
“You live here?” Roxy said, pushing her aside to inspect the square room in amusement.
“I lived here,” Rachel corrected under her breath. She ran her fingers over the unmade bed.
“It"s…” Roxy grasped for the right word, clicking his fingers. “Enchanting.”
“Screw you. I suppose you live in a mansion.”
He wandered about the room, scrutinising the little that was there. Rachel was about to object until she realised there was nothing in the flat worth looking at. At least she didn"t think there was.
“Please tell me these are yours,” he said holding up a pair of boxers
