My mother lay on the couch opposite me. The fire in the fireplace was dying out, the embers glowing softly.
Relief rushed through me. But then my mind snapped to attention. Ash, last night, that kiss. I whirled around. He wasn’t next to me on the couch.
Mom stirred.
Her eyes opened and met mine. A small smile tugged at her lips. “Is there anything you want to tell me?”
“I don’t know,” I said. “About what?”
“About a certain boy with dark hair.”
I smiled. “You caught him.”
“You were both sleeping when I came in. Should I worry that anything other than cuddling happened?”
“Mom, no. We just fell asleep.”
“Okay, just asking.” She got up. “I like him, Chas. He’s a good fit for you.”
“Okay… thank you.” I wasn’t quite sure what she meant by good fit for me.
She turned momentarily stern.
