Perv
"Dementor?" "Muggle?" "Draco?"
I shudder hearing my mother utter Draco's name. It's just fucking wrong.
Finally, I have Punk dressed. She says "wand" and I tell her to come in.
She tsks and says that I really need to grow up. I'm older than Riley is; I should be the mature one. At my age I'm lucky I found someone as sweet as Riley at all. Twenty-six is nearly over the hill!
I roll my eyes. I should've just let her find him naked.
Punk grins and thanks her for dinner.
She squeals. "Oh, I almost forgot! I have the best idea!"
Punk
She looks so determined – so fucking fixated – when she tells us that I should move in and take over her Jimmy's old room, that I step back.
Then her words sink in and I stare at her with my mouth hanging open.
I don't want to live with her.
I want to live with James.
Living with him is exactly what I want. He's exactly what I need.
Turning, I catch the evil grin on his face and I throw him a desperate look.
I imagine being trapped in this room, and can see why he left home at sixteen.