And then Jayden had fumbled out an invite to stay the weekend, in the middle of Costa on Tuesday, and Darren knew it hadn’t happened. And if it hadn’t happened the last time, then maybe…maybe it wouldn’t. Maybe this—they—had a chance.
And Jayden was not the kind of guy who randomly had sex with people.
In short, Darren was in a good mood, the depression for once leaving him alone and the anticipation of the weekend ahead only raising the bar as he passed out of the town centre and down London Road towards Woodbourne Comprehensive. The road was silent; Woodbourne, as far as Darren could tell, didn’t do anything at all at the weekends, not like St. John’s. He didn’t see a single soul, not from crossing the lights onto London Road to opening the gate at 14 Attlee Road and ringing the bell.
The door opened before he even had time to pull back his hand, and Jayden caught the raised wrist to drag him inside.
“Hello to you too,” Darren said and watched Jayden go pink.