MARCELINE'S HOME

POV MARCELINE

Once my parents had gone upstairs, I went back into the kitchen to brew some late night tea. I wasn't expecting them to offer Grey to spend the night. They barely let Sharon spend the night at our house. Grey walked in a moment later carrying the last of the dirty dishes from the table.

He ran the sink and picked up a sponge, starting to wash the dishes. I set the kettle to boil and went over to help.

I turned off the water, "If you run ...