Chapter 55

“Sorry,” Darren said, once Ethan had let go and bounced back to Paul for coffee. “He’s kind of an octopus.”

“Um…” Jayden tried.

“We went to Dublin with Paul’s parents when we were fourteen. I had to share a bed with him in the hotel,” Darren said and shuddered. “Seriously, I’ve never been cuddled that much in my whole life.”

“Yeah but you’re gay, you’re into that sort of thing,” Paul pointed out. “MARISSA!” he bellowed into the back room; Ethan joined them at the table, curling his impossibly long legs up under the chair. He was good-looking, in a Home Counties toff sort of way, Jayden supposed. He’d probably be, like, the fair Hugh Grant in a few years.

“So you’re Darren’s boyfriend?” he demanded.

“You missed that part of the conversation. Jesus, catch up,” Darren rolled his eyes.

“Yes,” Jayden clarified.

“Have you had sex yet?” Ethan demanded.