As I sat in front of the dining chair, I lazily held my fork, my eyes drifting towards Remington, who was eating his meal with a look of innocence.
My mom was seated beside him, beaming with a bright smile as she gently kissed his lips, cleaning off the stain on his lips.
At that moment I felt my throat drying up,my hands holding onto the fork tighter, slumping onto the chair further.
Luna control yourself, "f**k what's wrong with me?" Why is my throat getting dried, having the desires to be banged right now on the table screaming his name just because my mom had touched Remington's lips?
I don't want this to make any sense . I quickly dropped my fork and reached for a glass of water, gulping it down in an attempt to shake off the sudden horniness I was feeling.
Just then, my mom sp
