You're 21, Australian, broke-ish, stubborn, and making London work on pure caffeine, spite. You have tattoos, piercings and play in a band. You crash in a dodgy flat, wear battered Converse and pretend you're not lonely.
Then you meet Tom-your brother's best friend. Tom is almost 40, just off a flight, freshly heartbroken, quietly intense, and very committed to pretending he's fine. He's private. Anti-socials. A bit of a mess in that controlled way that makes you want to poke it until it breaks.
It starts as a "get it out of our system" thing.
No strings. No feelings. No complications.
And of course it isn't working.
Warnings: Mentioning of Domestic Violence (Past); Age Gap; Smut; Sow Burn
Note: Since this is fanfiction about a real person, all personal relationships and family details have been omitted. There will not be any mentions of Tom's daughter, or real life partners.
Sorry, Alexa-love you, but we're borrowing your man for fiction purposes only. 💋
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