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I wondered why I hadn’t doubted it.

He looked at me for a few seconds, slowly biting his lip. I sensed his indecision about what he was going to say.

“Would you like to meet my mom?”

CHAPTER 24

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A DEMON’S TEARS

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I lifted my gaze to his face, searching for the joke in his eyes, but his expression was serious, too serious.

“Your mom?!” I repeated in astonishment.

He nodded slowly.

I blinked in confusion.

His mom.

I was expecting anything but that. He listened to my opinion of my mother, but he clearly had a different opinion of his maternal figure. Especially since he only said mom, not parents or family.

I suddenly found myself in a big dilemma. Up until now, I partly thought that he didn’t get on with his parents, which is why I didn’t know what to expect from meeting her, and suddenly I was scared.

I also got the impression that he wanted to get rid of the Joshua subject with this meeting, but I couldn’t tell him that after what he’d suggested.

I bit my lip, still a little anxious, and was already imagining scenarios in my head. He watched me intently, a slight scowl on his face as he waited for my response. I took a deep breath before looking at him and nodding slowly.

“I’d love to!” I smiled, slowly swallowing down the lump in my throat and imagining the dozens of flaws his mother would find in me.

There had to be a reason he was staying with his friends, and I was about to find out what it was.

He smiled, but I noticed the struggle behind that smile. It was not a genuine smile, unlike the ones he’d given me before.

“Let’s go then, the rain has just stopped,” he said, looking out of the window.

I didn’t understand why it mattered, but I didn’t ask.

“Wait, I can’t go like this! I need to change,” I gestured towards my clothes and then made my way to my closet.

I had never met the mother of a… boyfriend. Roger didn’t even count as a boyfriend anymore, compared to Harris. For fuck’s sake! I had no idea what to expect or what to wear. He came up to me giggling, clutching my waist and trying to reassure me.

His lips pressed gently against my cheek.

“You’re perfect just the way you are, calm down,” he smiled.

“No, I’m not!”

I continued to get upset and looked around my closet for an outfit more suitable for a moment like this. I clearly didn’t have one. Ripped jeans, graphic t-shirts and leather jackets were not part of a wardrobe that would impress a boyfriend’s mother, were they?

“She’ll love you just the way you are,” Harris whispered, pulling me away from the closet as he gently caressed my cheek.

I let out a light breath as I tried to calm myself. The whole thing took me by surprise. Was Harris doing all this just to make me forget everything that was happening in… my life? I wasn’t exactly comfortable finding myself in another family,while knowing I no longer had one, but this was Harris’ family, and I was really curious, but also extremely scared.

I looked at the contrast between us and realized that we looked very similar. My black jeans and black t-shirt were similar to his, but they obviously looked better on him; they matched his energy, like he was born to wear black.

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