On Saturday morning, he did his weekly housework with vigour. Not only did he get it finished in record time, but he cleaned things he didn’t usually clean every week. Things like the inside of the windows, the skirting boards, and even the spaces behind and underneath furniture. It gave him something to do and took his mind off Ben’s return.
Armand was Skyping with his mother when he heard a car pull up next door. It was about three o’clock, and even though he wasn’t going to rush next door like a lovesick teen, he bid goodbye to his mother and turned off the computer.
His heart pounded a mile a minute. He fidgeted, and looked around for something to busy himself with. A little voice kept telling him he was being stupid, that it was a waste of time getting excited about someone who wasn
