I wasn't sure if she meant coming downstairs for dinner or cumming, or both. Most likely the latter. I had to laugh because the moment reminded me of a similar moment in the first American Pie movie.

I went back downstairs and sat at the dinner table shaking my head.

"What is it?" Mom asked.

"Nothing. Just a random thought popped into my head." I said holding in my laughter. "Care to share?" Mom asked, her interest apparently high.

"Just thinking about Marissa. I'm glad it's over." I lied (at least about my thoughts being about Marissa, I was glad it was over).

"Oh." Mom said sounding jealous.

I stood...