Mom arches an eyebrow at her. “It didn’t look like that.”
“I was just admiring Heath because he has a nice body — ” she cups her mouth, eyes wide in panic.
My lips twitch in amusement.
Mom looks like she’s about to burst out laughing. “Well, I’m glad you think my son is fit.”
Hope turns all sorts of red.
Mom snickers. “So you’re saying I have nothing to worry about?”
Hope shakes her head. “No.”
A long moment passes before she says, “Have you guys had sex?”
You can hear a hairpin drop with how silent the room is. Tension hangs in the air and it's suffocating to breathe.
Sex.
My mother is talking about sex.
For fuck’s sake.
All I want to do is escape this conversation but Hope is glued to her seat with her cheeks flushed and hands held together in her lap.
“No,” she tells her.
Mom looks at me. “We’ve never talked about this, but I need to know?—”
“It’s none of your business.”
“It is,” she says softly. “I’m looking out for you. At this age, kids catch all sorts of diseases because of sex. And I don't want you to — ”
I groan, feeling awkward as fuck. “Please stop talking.”
“— get sick because I didn’t step in.”
“Youdon’tneed to step in. I’m fine.Nosex is happening in my life.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
“You’re not lying to me, right? It’s not something that you should lie about.”
I glare at her. “I’m telling you the truth. No sex.”
Mom watches me for a minute before letting out a sigh of relief. “Thank goodness. I’m too young to become a grandmother.”
I roll my eyes at her dramatics.
“Can we leave now?” I ask.
She shakes her head, and faces Hope. “I’ve already had this conversation with you, dear. I hope you remember what I said.”
Hope nods shakily while I stare at her in confusion.
My mom has talked to her about sex. When?
