“Dad, you’re like the easiest person ever to read.”
“Oh,” he said softly.
“Anyway, my virginity isn’t intact so you can put the chastity belt away. Kay?”
His eyes widened to the size of saucers. “What?!”
His voice was a roar of thunder, no doubt echoing through the whole house.
My mom busted into the room, looking panicked. “What’s wrong?” She asked, putting a hand to her heart like she was afraid it was going to race out of her chest.
His mouth opened and closed like a fish. “I…she said…her…ah!” He proceeded to make all these weird gestures with his hands. “Who?” He finally managed to ask.
“I’m not telling you.” I laughed.
My mom patted his shoulder. “I still had a year left in high school when we had sex. What did you expect, Maddox?”
He glanced at her like she was the crazy one. “That she’d never have sex.” The duh he wanted to add hung in the air.
My mom shook her head. “You’re so cute. Leave the child be.” She kissed his cheek and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Come on, we need to let her leave.”
“But—”
“No,” she said adamantly, and guided him out of the room.
I stood and replaced the pillow—albeit upside down—and hurried after them.
I needed to get outside before my dad because he’d no doubt start berating poor Dean.
“Daddy, can you grab my bags. They’re really heavy. Thankyousomuch.” I slurred as I ran past him and out the door.
I jumped from the top step to the ground, landing in a crouch.
Dean sat in his Mustang, his arm slung over the passenger seat, and laughed.
“You look like a cat,” he commented as I rose to a standing position.
I made a slashing motion with my hand and hissed.
He only laughed harder.
Behind me, dad stepped out onto to the porch mumbling that my bags weren’t that heavy.
My mom, siblings, aunt, and uncle soon followed.
Dean slipped out of the car and jogged up the steps. “I’ll take those.” He reached for my bags.
My dad jolted backwards, clutching them tighter. “She’s my daughter, I’m perfectly capable of loading her bags.”
“Dad.” My cheeks reddened with embarrassment—and let me tell you, it took a lot for me to be embarrassed.
Dean lifted his hands in surrender and backed off the steps.
Standing at my side, he leaned over to whisper, “Is your dad really pissed? Because he kinda looks like he wants to forcibly remove my balls from my body.”
My lips twitched. “I think that’s exactly what he wants to do to you.”
“Great.” Dean’s voice spiked.