Easton Pov
“When did you two get so…close?” I jumped, pulling away from Jared as if I was burned. Honestly, we weren’t even that close on the couch. We were sitting with a good amount of space between us but both sharing the same long blanket over our legs, so we could hold hands underneath. Even still, as I pulled my hand out of his and scooted over more towards the other side of the couch I frowned, running my fingers through my hair.
“What are you talking about?” I asked mom as she stared at us, her hands on her hips. She stared at us, a duster hanging out of her right hand tapping precariously on her hip as she sighed, before walking around the TV.
I watched her dust the top of the TV, the pictures on the wall, before she finally spoke again. Jared turned the volume down on the TV
