I blink.
“What?”
“My father is barely home.”
She says, shrugging casually.
“And trust me, he is just as embarrassed as you are.”
That makes something twist strangely in my chest.
Embarrassed.
Right.
Of course he is.
Why wouldn’t he be?
Luna continues talking.
“He won’t be around much, so you don’t have to worry about running into him.”
I stare down at my hands quietly.
“You don’t know that.”
“I do.”
“You can’t guarantee that.”
“No, but I can guarantee that you’re overreacting and blowing this way out of proportion ”
She says and I gape at her.
“Overreacting?”
“Yes.”
“Luna, your father saw me in tiny sleep shorts at two in the morning after we had s*x!”
“Okay when you say it like that...”
“How else am I supposed to say it?!”
I ask and she laughs again while I bury my
