Chapter 9Martin
Friday rolled in like the tide and Martin found his anticipation at seeing Gethin in person build as the week waned. They’d messaged a few times in the interim. Martin hadn’t been sure whether Gethin would welcome it; but his initial text on Monday asking whether Gethin had had time to practice his horn piece over the weekend had been met with a selfie of him doing exactly that in response.
From there they’d gone on to exchange various pictures and short messages. Accountants seemed to eat a lot of baked goods.
The leap in his chest when Martin actually saw Gethin across the room on Friday was unexpected. He hadn’t thought he was that invested. Although he’d spent quite a while on and off during the week thinking about him and reliving their walk on Saturday. Those kisse
