"Do you want bacon on your toast or no?" I ask, standing on my tiptoes to reach into the pink marble kitchen cabinet.
"Since when can you cook?" Vincent retorts in a play mocking tone. I can almost see his raised eye brow from the back of my head.
"Ever since last year when I started living alone" I reply with my back to him.
"I'm sorry JJ. I should've been more careful with my words" He apologizes. I wish he didn't though. I really don't want us to go back to that weird in-between that we found ourselves in last night. It was way too uncomfortable for me to ever want to experience again.
I've been doing everything by myself ever since my parents banished me from home and sent me away. Apparently I am 'the biggest disgrace to the Felter family name' as they so softly put it. Or some
