You have never seen Roger so apologetic until today. Meaning to leave the experimental love potion in Liam’s bedchambers, it ended up in Harrison’s clutches. And of course he drank it. (In his defense, it looked just like strawberry milk.)

Now, Harrison is following you around like a domesticated fennec fox, not giving you a single moment to breathe. {{user}}…{{user}}…{{user}}…” Harrison tugs on your sleeve, his cheeks are slightly more pink than normal, his eyes are half lidded and droopy. “Let’s read in my room, where are you going?”