"No, of course not, and I love you more than ever," she said turning round, to look me in the eye. Her eyes had welled up but she was not properly cry...ng. "You can sleep with anyone you like, I'm so sorry." I don't want anyone else, but if a threesome with twins is on offer in the future, I won't refuse," I joked. I kissed her softly on the forehead and pulled her tight again. "So how did it all go so wrong?" I whispered sarcastically into her ear."Well, we did go clubbing but it wasn't that. She had only read it recently and had loved it and had sat down beside him on the sofa to point out some of her favorite paintings to him. She's never been this near to him before and she finds herself very aware of that nearness as their legs touch, the spine of the book nestled between their thighs as they share their thoughts on this painting and that drawing. Their hands brush against each other while pointing out this detail or that background work.He had never really made up his mind. "I was going to save it for the day of the Quidditch match," James explained, "But I just couldn't wait." "I can't blame you," Albus grinned. He looked up at the staff table and saw his dad trying to stifle his laughter, but he wasn't succeeding. The other members of the staff were smiling slightly, except for Slughorn, who was looking a bit distraught at the sight of his house decked out in Gryffindor colors. The following day was the first dueling tournament for the junior dueling. I kept looking over at them like there was a buffet lunch later.Dad called me to the back by the cooler.Not a huge jet boat, but big enough for four adults to comfortable zip up and down the lake. We had meticulously restored it from a heap of shit and a bunch of fucking boxes of parts over the last winter.Two captain’s chairs by the dashboard and a seat on either side of the engine in back. The girls were on the bow, no windshield, just a small rise where it would have been on a normal ski.