“Your parents walked in on your one-night stand. Classic,” Silver said ten minutes later when I’d finished verbally vomiting all over them. “And your vagina is officially ruined,” Fi added. “And we aren’t in a relationship. Unless you’re my parents or a caseworker weighing my stability as a guardian, in which case we’ve been swept away by an unexpected romance.” “But you are having sex,” Silver confirmed. “Temporarily,” I said with emphasis.
