When Elrod stepped out of the wardrobe, I felt my face turn scarlet.
I didn't even dare look at him—I was utterly embarrassed.
My mom shifted her attention to Elrod, and to make things worse, he was shirtless, with a visible bite mark I had left on his chest.
I could tell from her expression that she wasn't pleased.
She sized up Elrod for a moment, then picked up a piece of clothing from the floor and tossed it to him.
Just as Elrod caught the clothing, her stern voice cut through the silence.
"Put on your clothes and come out."
My mom grabbed my arm and pulled me out of the room.
By the time Elrod came out fully dressed, we stood there like prisoners awaiting interrogation.
The atmosphere was unbearably awkward, so I tried to ease the tension by taking the initiative to introduce
