Of all the possibilities the night held, this was the one Nick had not prepared for. After the lovely picnic he just had with Colin, he had planned to go home, cuddle up in front of the TV with him and Cal, and then maybe do some pleasurable, intimate stuff afterwards. Not in the least did he think that he would end up opening the door to their apartment to stand face to face with his parents.
“W-what are—what are you doing here? How did you get in?” Nick could feel his hands go cold. He still couldn’t believe his eyes.
His mother sipped on a cup of tea and raised an eyebrow. “Don’t stutter, Nicholas. It makes you seem—”
“We got an extra key from the Martha.” His dad interrupted.
“Y-you know the landlady?”
“We have our connections.” His mother simply said. “What are you still doing at
