“I do. You’re a massive douchebag.” I sulk and storm back to the couch, protecting my notebook fiercely, and growl at him when he follows me at a distance. I don’t want to leave this thing unattended again if he’s going to be a snoop and nosey into shit that has nothing to do with him. My temper’s properly riled, and all his compliments on my drawings have not changed the fact that I didn’t want anyone seeing these.

“I guess I’ll have to live with that. Does little ...