Phil’s POV
Of all the people to find out, my mother was the probably the worst one.
Theo rushed out and, raking my hand through my hair, I sat there on my bed for just a beat, contemplating running away. Hiding. She knows. I mean, she doesn’t really know but she will. She’ll really know that this wasn’t just a wild fluke—I can’t lie to my mother. She’ll ask all kinds of questions, demand answers, and I’ll . . . I’ll just spill the beans.
And mom will call Theo’s parents.
God, what will they say? Will they keep us from each other?
Rubbing my face with my hands, I thought about what mom must have seen. Theo’s bare ass, his body positioned over mine—she’d probably had a really good side angle to get the gist of what was happening. There was no way to fabricate
