Chapter 20 Taylor
TAYLOR
Hayley and Payton are calmer about the apartment than their husbands, who glare at every piece of furniture like it might bite.
I think all four of them would put a leash and a dog tag on me if they could.
But I explain that I want them to have their space as couples, and although there are protests that they love having me stay, I know I’m a spare wheel.
And when finally, it’s just a general grumble that they’d rather it wasn’t in Harlesden, my point that the people I’ve spent my time with for the last five years live around here and there’s the ballet studio downstairs, is strong.
Payton’s husband, Feliks, insists that he puts in what he deems to be a new security system. Harlesden’s is “adequate, but out of date”, apparently.
That night, I sleep in my own bed, in Kon’s building, knowing he’s here too, somewhere through the wall.
And it’s good. Not as close to Kon as I’d like, but better than being half a city away.