At first, I assume that I'm dreaming.
I mean, come on. What would Kain be doing at my dad's place? How could he possibly know the address?
He wouldn't drive over just because Christian, a total child, called him...would he now?
I sit up with a groan. My neck is a little cramped and my eyes are still heavy. I didn't sleep much last night all thanks to Christian, so I'm not very well relaxed despite the long nap.
I rub my eyes when I realize that dad is leaning over the bed.
"Did you say Kain was here?"
He nods.
"He's downstairs."
"How..?"
"I texted him the address."
"No you didn't."
"Chris brought your phone to me and said your boyfriend wanted to come over. I didn't think it was a bad idea."
"Dad..what? Christian called Kain?"
"He had your phone with him. He said you wer
