Chapter 7. Sex or Retake?

Ava

“Mum, I’m ready.” I said as I stuffed two pieces of sliced bread into my mouth, I chewed fast and gulped down hot tea in one go, the steam still rising from the mug when I set it down hard on the counter.

I burned my tongue a little but who cared, wiped my mouth with a crumpled tissue from my pocket, I balled it up and tossed it toward the trash bin across the kitchen.

I missed by an inch, bounced off the rim, rolled under the sink. Whatever.

“Adrian’s waiting for you outside, he will drop you and head for his work.” She said, leaning over quick, pecked my lips soft and quick, her lipstick smearing a faint red mark on my cheek.

She pulled back with that mom smile, the one that said everything’s fine in her world, she handed me my backpack from the chair, the straps dangling loose.

What? The more I’m trying to avoid this man the more my mum’s pushing me to him, but how am I expected to tell my mum that I’m sexually attracted to her husba