“Alex, telephone for you.”
“Thanks, Mum. Hello?”
“Alex, hi it’s Thomas.”
Those four small words sent Alex’s heart fluttering.
“Alex? You there?”
“I’m here, sw . . . so when you coming back?” Alex blushed as he realised he had come to within a hair’s width of calling Thomas ‘sweetie’. Part of him desperately wanted to just say ‘Get your sweet buns back here now so I can ravage you’, but he was managing to contain himself.
There was a brief pause at the other end of the line. Had Thomas