30 The Red Lock
I don’t leave the house until the next day; bathing in the moment Thom removed the gap between us, holding our desire and curiosity in a violent whirlpool. He has calmed the waters with his soothing kiss and transferred the whirlpool into my stomach and my bouncing heartbeat.
I spent the evening sitting across from him whilst the family watched TV together, remembering the tough bristle of his stubble making my chin grow a rash and go slightly pink. Later, I stared at the rash and only felt happy. In the living room as I sat across from him, he looked over only once, neither smiling nor frowning, perhaps winking at me without moving at all.
I have forgiven him for telling Emma I know nothing, as he has now confided in me. He has let me get closer to him. She is irreleva
