Chapter 67: Where Is He?
“M-Mom,” she crossed her arms and looked at me suspiciously.
Not a single word, mom Mary uttered. She pulled me, entering the apartment, and slammed the door shut. I jolted upon hearing the impact of the door closing. “We better talk,” she sat on the old-maiden furniture that we bought on sale ten years ago.
I turned my gaze on the door upon hearing a car honk. I knew it was Tomás. Mom’s eyes motioned to me, ordering me to sit on the couch in front of her. “Okay, fine,” scratching the back of my head as I sat.
These are the times where I’ll receive her one on one talk again. Giving me advice in life and such experiences of her that I’ve heard countless of times.
“What is it —”
“Did you two have s*x already?” my jaw fell on the ground. “W-What?” what o
