“Well. He certainly seems attentive.” my mom says, tossing Seth’s jacket down on the foot of my bed.
“Mom!” I exclaim, not knowing exactly what she heard, but I’m embarrassed to think she heard any of what we said. And she knows he was in the shower with me. I’m becoming completely mortified.
“Molly, I’d be worried if he wasn’t here. He’s your mate.” She says and gently guides me to sit at the vanity, picking up my comb. “You guys seem to be doing better than you were this morning. Did you work things out?” She asks me and she begins brushing through it.
“I think so. We talked a bit while dealing with my finger. I think we’re OK.” I tell her.
“Good. He made some poor choices, but he seems like a good man.”
“I think so, too. He could feel it when I got hurt and he was real
