CHAPTER 8
WAS IT NORMAL to lie in the dark, listening to another person breathe? Rhys had never been tempted to do that with Stacey, although she had kept him awake with her snoring from time to time. Was Coco too hot? Or not warm enough? It might have been June, but nobody had told the weather that, and Gary-the-prick opened the windows every chance he got. Rhys was bloody freezing. They needed to buy an extra duvet tomorrow as well.
Make that today. He could just about make out the luminous hands on the clock above his desk, hear its steady tick over the noise from outside. His bedroom was farthest from the road, but one of the neighbours was having a party, the inconsiderate bastard. Who held a party that late on a weekday?
At least Coco seemed to be sleeping. Thank goodness for smal
