"Dad!" I almost screamed when I saw him sitting there like he owned the fvcking room!
He sat on Sebastian's couch like he had been there for a while now. What the f**k?! Was he the one knocking all along? Why is he even here?
"What are you doing here?!" I asked. I tried to subtly rake the fingers of my left hand in my hair in a poor attempt to fix any unruly strand. Gosh. How do I look? Do I look like someone who just came down from high?
What awful timing for him to be here! Did he hear us?
I tried to smooth out my clothes, trying hard not to squirm under my father's scrutinizing gaze.
"How about you, Eli? What have you been doing there?" he asked sternly, his gaze moved from my face to Sebastian's, then to where we came from. There is no way to put this in any other way. What else c
