Misfits by Garrett Leigh

Misfits by Garrett Leigh

Author:Garrett Leigh [Leigh, Garrett]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2014-11-04T05:00:00+00:00

The bare floorboard on the landing creaked. Jake froze, one foot in the air. It was Thursday morning, and not that early, but Cass was still in bed and Jake had heard him come home only a few hours before Tom had left for the city at dawn.

Jake didn’t want to disturb him. If he was being honest, he was nervous of what would happen when Cass did wake up. Despite their near-constant texting, they’d hardly seen each other since Cass had punched Jake’s landlord and bundled Jake into his car. Cass had worked the last six days straight, and it was always well past midnight by the time he came home.

Jake knew this, because he’d found he couldn’t sleep until he heard Cass tread softly up the stairs and open Jake’s door. What he was looking for, Jake didn’t know, because he’d yet to find the nerve to do anything but pretend to be asleep.

Perhaps he was checking that Jake was in his own bed.

Shit. Jake had promised himself he wouldn’t think about that, not today. Today was the first day Tom had left him alone with Cass, and he didn’t need another reason to freak out.

God no.

He tiptoed his way to the bathroom. He took a quick shower, but got out before the hot water pipes could make too much noise. When he was done and dressed, he crept back, but this time, the half-open door to Cass and Tom’s room proved oddly tempting. He let a run of silent tics ripple through him, then snuck across the landing and took a peek around the door. Cass lay sprawled on his stomach, dark hair in his face, the cat draped over his neck, and his arm flung out over what Jake assumed was Tom’s side of the bed.

I wonder if he’s lonely. Probably not with Souris keeping him warm.

Jake felt a warning buzz in his arm. He quit while he was ahead and retreated downstairs to work on his coding.

It was nearly noon when Cass sloped into the kitchen and chucked the kettle on the stove. “Morning.”

Jake stared at him and apprehension warred with a strange sense of relief. It had taken him a while to figure out he felt a little lost without his morning text from Cass today, but did Cass feel the same? Jake had no idea. He pushed his work aside. “Do you want me to make you some tea?”

“Nah. You’re not a houseboy, mate.” Cass grabbed a couple of mugs from a cupboard and turned to the stove. Jake took in the curve of his spine and hunched shoulders. Even from behind, Cass looked tired.


Cass faced him, and Jake realised with a start it was the first time he’d seen him in daylight. Fuck. Why did that seem so important?

“Tom said you were worrying about rent,” Cass said. “Do you take sugar?”

“No. And I’m not worried about it. I just want to pay it.”

Cass finished his tea making and came to the kitchen table.


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