He laughs like I'm kidding but I'm not completely kidding.
"Seriously," Dad goes on. "I know you always said you used to have a hard time when I brought home women. You were scrapping with their kids. Lock yourself in your room. You punched that one boy, too—what was his name?"
"Trevor."
"Right. Trevor." Dad shakes his head. "But with Soren, you have been… nice. Civil. That means a lot to me."
Civil.
If only he knew.
If only he knew I can I barely be around Soren without wanting to touch her. That I think about her all the time, that I sneak into her room at night, that I kissed her, touched her, almost f****d her in my bed before his wife interrupted.
Yeah. Super civil.
"She's easy to get along with," I say diplomatically, a tinge of enthusiasm in my voice.
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