"I don't know, just not thinking straight I guess." I told him. "That was my last good pair and I wanted to make sure I didn't lose them."
"Right." He said in a tone that said he didn't believe my lame excuse. His eyes tried to find mine, but I turned my head, avoiding his gaze.
"Anyway, sorry I woke you." I briefly touched his cheek. "Go back to sleep."
"You go to sleep." He replied. "Seriously, you're acting freaky tonight."
"You're right, heading to bed now." I said weakly over my shoulder as I went down the hall and into my room.
I gratefully slid under the covers and rolling over onto my side wondered if it was guilt or exhaustion causing me to be unable to keep my work out of my head to the point I was confusing my own son with some idiotic porn premise.
My eyes fell on the pic
