Chapter 35

• “Joshua…what are you doing here?” He looks me up and down and smirks.
• “Nice pjs.” Oh my fuck. I look down to realise I am wearing odd flannelette pyjamas. Check bottoms and Bunny top and to cap off the whole alluring look the buttons are done up in the wrong button holes. I scratch my head in embarrassment, only to feel my hair standing up on end like the Paddle–pop Lion. I bet I have raccoon mascara eyes too. I must look a treat. I’m too busy being mortified and self–conscious to remember how mad I am at him. I stay silent, waiting for him to say something, while praying for the earth to swallow me up.
• “Um,” he shuffles on his feet and passes me my coffee.