Riley
accidentally dropped his keys as they approached the house where his flat was.
They both scrabbled among fallen leaves on the wide pavement, snickering, until
they found them again. Curtis followed him up a short flight of steps to a
large and smartly painted front door. Riley kept trying to hug him, and Curtis
kept trying to kiss him at the same time, so Curtis didn’t notice much about
the building until they stumbled into the lobby. He barely registered that there
were only two flats off the hall, unlike his own house where there were at
least four flats on each storey.
But
when Riley opened his own front entrance, Curtis paused in the doorway, looking
down a long, thickly carpeted hallway. “Christ almighty!”
“What
is it?” Riley turned to face him. He was opening one of the doors off the
corridor that presumably led into the living room.
“It’s
huge. It’s a fucking palace compared to our place.”
For