“It's so good to finally come in here after ages. When I turned eight, Father locked it up and barred me from it. I felt like he was hiding something,”
James smiles as he takes my hand and leads me down the dark hallway and turns a corner to my room. I want to stop him. But at the same time, my body can't deny I need whatever he's willing to give.
“How then do you know my bedroom?” I murmur as I close the door behind us.
“Well, I've always had an active imagination,” he shrugs, shaking his shoes off and sinks onto the bed. “Nothing's changed in here, Simon and I played in here a lot,”
“You knew him since childhood?” I ask, truly surprised. Maybe I've not been observant enough to note how close they were. Simon's such a prude.
“Yeah, we go well back to elementary school,” he says scoo
