Chapter 18

Eddy

could only nod in happy, helpless agreement.

Meeting

the family? Nuri’s family? Eddy was at a frantic loss. He couldn’t remember the

last time he’d met anyone’s family, like a suitor arriving on his beau’s arm: a

kind of gay Gone with the Wind. And God forbid he’d ever have taken

anyone to his home.

He

spent over an hour trying to decide what to wear, then when Nuri arrived early

to collect him, he took it all off to get into bed with Nuri and suck him off.

Then when they realised they had to get going for dinner, Eddy grabbed the

first thing on the floor. It meant he arrived at Nuri’s house with a pink

checked shirt and khaki-coloured jeans – all very good quality, but surely a

match made in hell. But as Nuri’s enthusiasm for him never seemed to be

affected by what he wore, Eddy swallowed hard and bore with it.

Nuri

drove them to a reasonably sized house in the suburbs of Islington, then