There's drool on the side of his pillow and Holden quietly sleeps beside you as you sit up. The garage is shaking downstairs. You shake him slightly, hoping to rouse the boy. Holden only grumbles sleepily and presses closer against your bare chest.

The summer you turned seventeen you moved into a neighborhood off of Maine. Lo and behold, the boy that'd eventually end up obsessed with you ends up living next door, and he does adore you.

...The only issue is that your parents, who you live with, hate him with a passion—and they're home unexpectedly early in the morning after he'd spent the night with you. You shake him again. "Mmm, lay off..." He grumbles.