POV. Isabella Di'Giotanno.
My mother couldn't have chosen a better time to come talk to us... For the Goddess's sake, what does a she - wolf have to do to have s*x? Damn! “s**t Eric, it's mom! Damn, get off! Let me put on my pajamas.” I whispered to Eric.
“Wait a second, mom!” I shouted at her. Whispering I tell Eric, “Get dressed too!!” Eric, putting on his pants, tells me, “That's what I'm doing!” I walk over to the door to open it as Eric sits on the bed. Mom enters while saying, “excuse me, guys, am I interrupting?”
Eric closes his eyes as he says, “Don't make me answer that, Claire!”
“Eric!” I yelled at him. “Sorry! I better shut up.” He makes the self-silence motion with his hand. My mother laughs at the situation and I blush like hell. Damn, if only he didn't screw up so often,
