As I hand over his cup of coffee, his front door opens out of nowhere. My hands fly to cover my junk, and if I thought my worst nightmare would be Foster walking in on this and finding out before we can tell him, I underestimated the thought of Seth’s parents doing it. “Hi, honey. We—” Seth’s mom stops dead in her tracks. “Oh, dear. Uh. We came to … and the key … We, uh, umm.” At least his dad looks like he’s trying not to react. Oh no. This is bad. This is like outing Seth to his parents bad. Quick, come up with an excuse as to why you’re naked in their son’s apartment. “I’m a nudist!” I
...more
