Chapter 4

“Are your neighbours ever quiet?” He stage-whispered. Yazid rolled his eyes as he jiggled the keys in the lock.

“Not that one,” he said, and the door popped open. “Voilà!”

“You cleaned,” Ali said in a suitably impressed tone, reeling Yazid in by the jacket. “I hope you made the bed,” he whispered against Yazid’s mouth. The man tasted like filthy, dirty promises. The best kind of promises, in Yazid’s opinion.

“You’ll have to find out, won’t you?”