Eighteen

"I did it," I tell James as I throw my phone on the bed. "That was the longest most evasive conversation I've ever had with my dad, but I did it." Sitting heavily on the couch next to him, I lay my head on his shoulder. "I hate lying to him but I couldn't exactly tell him that I love fucking my stepbrother so much that I'm not coming home."

I feel James laugh, "I mean you could have. It probably would have made the conversation a lot shorter."

I slap his leg, "yeah because he probably would have had a heart attack." I look up at him, "what did you tell your mom?"

"That I wanted to travel and since I've got the money to do so I didn't see any reason not to," he says easily.

"And did she ask about me?" I ask cautiously.

"Eh not really. I just told her that I'd asked you to come since you had mentioned not wanting to go back to college and you'd accepted."

"Hmm," I muse. "Nothing about how you only offered because you like fucking me?"

"I don't like fucking you," he growled. "I lov