Chapter 4

“I’ll go…You stay. You obviously were in the middle of something with my mom.” He half smiles, looking crazily guilty and unsure, his expression softening warmly to resemble Sylvana. I stop in surprise, looking at him dumbfoundedly, panic fading as he slowly backs away from me, making a show of keeping his hands up like I have a gun or something equally stupid, and it makes me forget myself for a moment. The good old mouth comes out all by herself.

“Put your hands down… that’s lame.” I often get verbal diarrhea at odd times, and this strange guy acting weird seems to be a trigger. He looks at his hands, then breaks into a smile that could potentially have the severe panty-melting ability if I was any other girl, and drops them by his sides.

“I guess it is. You just looked like you might want to take a low blow at my family jewels for a second.” He keeps moving away and still stares at me steadily, that smile brings out some surprising dimples that soften his whole face,