“You screw around in public. All the time. Why do you care if I’m in the house?” She looks thoughtful. “Unless going up to your room is the issue. Hannah said you always fool around in the living room. What’s the deal with that? Do you have bedbugs or something?” I grit my teeth. “No.” “Then why don’t you want to do your naked stuff up there?” “Because—” I halt, the scowl returning to my face. “It’s none of your business.
