Page 77 of The Love Interest
He goes all serious again all of a sudden. “Yeah. You’re right.”
Okay, maybe my vagina isn’t as spectacular as I thought it was.
He hands me my phone, and I send the cock pic to my mother without any explanation. Then I check around the house to make sure I haven’t left anything lying around, like my notebook or my panties. When I’m upstairs, my phone starts vibrating in my pocket. My mother is FaceTiming me. I have only heard from them sporadically since they left on their cruise, so I close the door to the master bedroom and accept the video call. Emmett is downstairs, so hopefully I can get this over with without him having to worry about me spilling the beans to my mom.
I can tell as soon as I see Sissy’s face that she’s not going to let me go until I’ve given her every detail of my whereabouts.
“Hey! You look great! Are you in your room?”
“Yes, the Wi-Fi signal is strong right now. Where are you and Goliath? Are you still at your writers’ retreat?”
“Sort of! How’s the cruise? I haven’t checked your Insta yet today.”
“So you’re with the other grad students?”
“Hmmm? Have you had any humpback whale sightings?”
“Funny you should mention humpbacks because I can see by your aura that you’ve been humping quite a bit recently.”
“Mother. Shhh.”
“Oh, is there someone else around? Do tell.”
“I can’t.”
“You can’t tellme?”
“Not yet. It’s complicated.”
The door creaks open, and I turn the phone away so my mother can’t see Emmett. He pokes his head in. I hold the phone to my chest and whisper, “It’s my mom. I’ll be out in a minute.”
He grins and walks in. Which is unexpected. And awesome.
My mom has continued to question me. I hold the phone in front of my face again. “Um. It’s all good. I just can’t explain right now.”
“Is your sex partner there right now?”
“Mother.”
“I’m right here, Mrs. Walker,” Emmett says. He comes over to stand behind me, resting his chin on my shoulder and waving to Sissy. “Pleasure to meet you. I’m Emmett.”
My mother runs her fingers through her hair. “Well, hello there, Emmett. Please call me Sissy. My goodness, you’ve finally upgraded from your usual shaggy boys, Fiona.”
“Mom,” I mutter.
Emmett runs his fingers through his hair too. “I am a bit shaggier than usual, actually.”
I can feel his stubbly cheek rubbing against mine and nearly drop the phone because I’m swooning so hard.
“Well, you are a very handsome man, Emmett. Are you a grad student?”
“Uhh, no. He’s actually a very successful author, and this isn’t a thing that we can openly discuss, so…”
“That may be true, but I’m very fond of your daughter, Sissy.”
“Well, I don’t know how long this has been going on, but I can just sense how nourishing you’ve been for Fiona’s yoni.”
“Oh my God. Mom!”
