Page 56 of Confessions of a Carpool Captive
I roll my eyes. “I’m supposed to believe the player’s mega box was your brother’s? I suppose the blow-up doll was his as well and you’re really not twisted and perverted?”
He shrugs. “The blow-up doll actuallywashis. As far as twisted and perverted goes, I probably am. I undressed you in my mind at least ten times last night and twice already this morning.”
Red heat rises in my cheeks and he smiles.
“But your mom…” I sigh.
“My mom thinks I slept with my girlfriend last night after she encouraged you to stay with me. She thinks you’re the shit. If anything, she’s probably worried I’m not doing it for you and I’ll lose the only good thing I have going for me.”
Staring into his deep blue eyes, questions flood my mind. “Why would you say something like that? You have a lot going for you.”
There’s another knock at the door.
“Can I come in?” His mother asks.
“Sure,” Finn responds. As she enters, he pulls himself up to sit next to me on the bed.
“I hope I didn’t cause a fight. For the record, I’m glad you two use protection. I wouldn’t be opposed to a grandchild, but I’d hope he’d put a ring on it first.” She twists her hand in a “Single Ladies” motion and I crack a grin.
“Mom, do you actually know the ‘Single Ladies’ dance?” Finn asks.
She waves him off. “I know the hand movement and the Pee-wee Herman part.”
“Pee-wee Herman?” he asks through a laugh, moving toward her.
“You know the part where you put your hands in front and back.” She dances and I start to laugh. She’s funny as hell.
“That’s not the Pee-wee Herman, Mom, and it goes like this.” Finn demonstrates the correct move to her and she tries to mimic him. Of course he’s near perfection. I stare at the two of them in wonder. All my worry disappears. He’s magic like that.
