"Whatever mom." He said quickly. "I...I appreciate you being honest and treating me like an adult, but there's just some things a son does not need to talk about with his mother."

"Okay." I exhaled with relief. Maybe he hadn't heard it. "You can turn around hon,"

Alan turned to face me and I saw he was still red and looked as nervous as I felt. He gave me a little smile that made my heart melt. It was his father's smile, that cute, shy disarming smile that had attracted me to him that night at a frat party where every other guy was an arrogant jerk.

Alan looked as...