“Ma,” I said after a solid ten minutes of her sniffling on my chest. “I’m going to have to go back up to Shannon now.” “Okay, love,” she sniffled. “You won’t do anything—” “No, Ma,” I coaxed, freeing myself from her hold and standing up. “I won’t lay a finger on her because we are just friends, and I am a virgin.” “I know you’re not,” she croaked out. “But I’m trusting you to do the right thing.”
