Amy was a little dumbfounded. She didn't know what to say. Her mouth opened, only to close, and Luther watched her with a sinking feeling, he too not understanding the situation they were both in.
But he knew one thing. The kiss had been on Amy's mind since then.
Amy folded her lips, and smiled, looking down at her leg, which suddenly felt uncomfortable in Luther's hands.
“So, you loved Mom.” She said softly. Well, that was nice. Her mom had someone like Luther to love her. At least that would make a good memory.
But seriously, Amy didn't know how she felt. It was stupid, insane. How could she like someone who liked her mother? Where in the world was that done? She hadn't even caught sight of it in a novel. It wasn't only shameless. It was disgusting.
“I did.” Luther said, and wen
