I’m 26, living at home to save money. My room is right off the hallway. Anyone going to the kitchen passes my door. Yeah… bad idea.
My boyfriend and I… mid-intense moment. Moans way too loud. AC humming. Sweat everywhere. Heart pounding like a drum solo.
Front door creaks. Footsteps. Wait… Mom? She’s supposed to be at work! Too late to stop. I peek through the door—oops, left it cracked.
There she is. Grocery bags in hand. Eyes wide as saucers. Mine? On fire. Heart in my throat. Stomach dropp