Matthew took me straight up to his penthouse. It was exactly as I remembered, too much space and cold light, and this sense of emptiness that had nothing to do with the furnishings.
I guess I’d expected Steve to have had more impact—his home was so lovely I couldn’t imagine him being any more comfortable here than I was.
Anyway, I didn’t have enough emotional capacity to think about that right now. Or even what had happened between them in the car park. Which was kind of my fault. But sorry, Steve, my guilt was needed elsewhere. Join the f*****g queue.
Part of me didn’t want to uncling, but when Matthew lowered me onto one of the sofas, I forced myself to let go of him. It was pathetic to be seeking comfort after what I’d done. Honestly, I wasn’t sure if I deserved to be comforted eve
