![]() ![]() “Look! It’s beautiful.” Alfie nodded to the cottage, which had sprung into view as they’d crested the shallow slope of the mulchy pathway that wound through the copse of trees.Īshley turned, boyish face beaming, his own neatly cut dark hair shining with rain. “I’ve seen the pictures,” Alfie replied, cold from an earlier downpour of rain but still flushed with excitement. “You haven’t even seen it yet,” said Tom. Alfie loved that these were the keys to their new home-their possible new home. ![]() ![]() This was supposed to be their new start, after all.Īshley was fumbling with a set of keys, great clunking things hanging from a solid metal ring. Alfie could see the appeal of the small but perfectly formed butt, attractively presented in blue suit trousers, but he wished that, today of all days, Tom could resist temptation. It seemed to be focusing on Ashley’s arse. “I really like it,” he whispered to Tom, who strode purposefully beside him, eyeing Ashley, the enthusiastic estate agent who was a few paces ahead of them. But sometimes dreams required compromise, and walking through the densely packed silver birch trees toward the third house on their agenda that day, he thought this could just be that time. In his fantasies, the house would have a tower and the woods would be expansive, sweeping down a hillside to a small village where he would buy organic vegetables from a little independent shop. Alfie had always dreamed of living in a house set in its own woods. ![]()
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