Theo's POV
I opened my eyes as soon as she was out of the house. It was really hard pretending to be asleep under her watchful eyes. I smiled at the thought that she told her best friend.
At least she wasn't ashamed of us, and she even opened up to someone about it.
I turned to look at the piece of paper she had kept on the table.
_Good morning, Mr. Sinclair,_
_My best friend and I would appreciate it if you stop coming into my house when you are drunk. We really don't take care of drunk people and would call the police._
_Also, stop stalking me and don't let me do things that I'll regret. I'm not ready to speak to you. Stay out of my sight._
I smiled when I was done. At least I was having an effect on her—she also loses control when I'm around.
I sipped the honey water she prepare
