Chapter 33

Yazid stuck his tongue out.

“It’s like being married!” he complained, and caught another flying pair of jeans.

“Changing rooms!” Ali snapped.

It kinda was like being married lately, Yazid reflected as he was pestered, poked, and prodded toward the changing cubicles. Ever since the row with his brother at the baby’s christening (or whatever it had been, Yazid still wasn’t sure) Ali had been…kind of…

Almost moving in. Not so much to Yazid’s flat—although there were a suspicious amount of socks lying around that Yazid was sure didn’t belong to him—but into his life. He was shopping for Yazid, and he came over unannounced more often, and Yazid had been practically collected from work the other day, only to find no date forthcoming. They’d lounged on Ali’s sofa and eaten bad Chinese takeaway and mocked cartoons together.

They were easing out of dating and into something…weirdly settled.