“I was here this morning.” “For an hour.” An hour of fucking my girl as the sun rose. I had no regrets. But . . . “To know my every move, you must be awake too.” “Or Orla tells me. Cos she’s worried about you.” Plausible. Orla and Locke were together most days, and he was easy to talk to. Unless it was to tell him you couldn’t close your eyes without picturing his mouth on your woman. Fuck my life.
