“You’re a mess, my love.” I don’t say anything, I just watch him quietly. He lets out a ragged sigh as he shakes his head. “It wasn’t supposed to be like this. It should have been easy from the start, you know?” “What should have?” I ask carefully. He grabs a loofa, covering it with soap before beginning to wash my shirt and legs. I’m a little confused why he’s doing it, but I’ll take this over him stripping me naked. “Everything. You know, I met your mom in the same class that I met you.” “My mom?” I echo.
