Re: James + Derek + Open
“Oh yeah,” James said, rubbing his closed eyelids with his index finger and thumb. “We’re on a first name basis.” Parental relationships, it seemed, came in all kinds of dysfunctional shapes and sizes. “My dad’s a white witch who thinks I’m in a losing battle for my soul, and my mom’s a psychic who once sent me into a cave to be a host for a demon.” He found himself smiling and laughing to himself. “Don’t mind me, I pregamed in my kitchen. At least I’ve got good taste in women.”