“Drowning his misery with alcohol and junk food was like sticking plaster on an infected cut. It masked it temporarily, but only made it fester under the surface till it came spilling out again.” — Jay Northcote Copy Share Image
“He was waiting at the counter with a pile of junk food, which was the best the shop could offer: a plastic-wrapped pasty” — Jay Northcote Copy Share Image
“Was it really too much to ask to find a single bloke who was actually interested in more than just a hook up?” — Jay Northcote Copy Share Image
“He growled, a harsh tearing rumble of fury and fear combined. “What is it?” Matt asked. “Oh fuck, of course you can’t answer me.… — Jay Northcote Copy Share Image
“Drowning his misery with alcohol and junk food was like sticking plaster on an infected cut. It masked it temporarily, but only made it… — Jay Northcote Copy Share Image
