Harper PoV
Is this some new age torture technique?
When John took me to the living room in the early morning, I thought this was going to be an expedited confession and I would be shipped to the nearest police precinct.
But, no…. Nothing is simple with James.
I have been sitting on the couch for fifteen minutes, with James and Andrew facing me on the opposite couch.
To add embarrassment to the awkward situation, my stomach decides to growl, reminding me that I have not eaten for twenty-four hours now. It is not as if this stupid stomach is not used to going days without food!
Andrew curls his lips to hide his amusement, but his eyes full of mischief are proof enough.
The staring contest continues for another ten minutes until I give up.
“Are we going to spend the day like that?”
