Ben groans.He does that a lot when I ask a question about his family.My fingers run over his jaw,he nibbles on my fingertips and a shudder skitters down my spine.A moment or two later,he sighs again.

　　"I need to be home with them."With an eye roll,he says,"I don't want to but I have to."Ben is eighteen years and old enough to make decisions for himself but I guess his age doesn't matter in the agreement with his mother.His head falls back on the couch.I trail a line on his ...