GRACE
In bed, I roll over and bang my head on Tess’ elbow. I love her, but she’s the worst person to sleep next to.
“I’m gonna buy you your own bed,” I grumble, rubbing my forehead. “You practically live here anyway.”
She’s sat up against the headboard, reading a celebrity magazine. “Blame Naomi. It’s like she thinks this new guy she’s seeing is supplying her oxygen through his dick.”
“Must be serious. What is it now, a month?”
“Almost two. She normally gets fed up after a week tops. She’s in love apparently.”
I laugh and stretch my arms above my head. “So what are your plans for today?”
“Same as every Saturday. Move as little as possible. You?”
I can’t decide whether to reveal my plans, mainly because I don’t know if they’re stupid.
“Your silence tells me they involve David Gan
