It was only a couple of months since I’d moved in with him, and maybe it was the unfamiliarity of it all. Maybe I was still adapting; maybe Nicky was being possessive. Maybe the whole damned thing was a f*****g mess.
Nicky stood facing me in the living room, both of us rigid with simmering anger. He was still in his overalls; I was clutching my jacket and keys in my hand. I’d been about to leave the house when he came in from work. I didn’t know what to say to him. This was turning into the worst argument we’d ever had.
“It’s the third time you’ve been round there this week, I hardly see you. There aren’t many evenings we’re both free and not too knackered to go out. Christ.” He ran his hand through his hair, shaking his head. “Listen to me. Like some f*****g nag. It’s not meant to be li
