Chapter 16

“Like you weren’t eighteen ever in your life,” Tim said and rubbed his eyes.

“That fact notwithstanding, my parents had the right to gripe me about it, as do yours. Now get up or you’re going to be late!”

Tim smiled at the thought of the previous night. His feet burned as he stood on the cold tiles until it found the familiar slump of his slippers. He shuffled his tired legs off to his bathroom and continued to smile. When he’d reached only half of his ice cream he had been shivering so violently that Tom took pity on him and finished both their sundaes, cradling Tim in the corner of his neck.