*Cat*
We were lucky that once we got home and were facing down my mother, she was too distracted to notice how my shirt collar was pulled up to cover my neck or that Elio stood a bit too stiffly in the doorway, his jacket off and held oh, so innocently in his arms, which just so happened to block any sight of his lower half.
She certainly did notice, however, that Elio’s buttons on his shirt were put into the wrong holes and that he had a lipstick stain on his collar.
She sent me a raised eyebrow and I just smiled innocently, like nothing we had just done in the car had happened. Even Elio looked utterly uncomfortable standing there amid her judgment.
Mom knew something was going on, but we were lucky that she decided not to pry, simply telling Elio to fix his shirt buttons.
