Awakening Passion

I noticed that my mother took a step back as she asked the question, obviously more afraid of catching something from her daughter than she was concerned about me having an actual illness.

“No,” i began, but then i realized that i did in fact look different, my passionate, wild night with Enzo, i could hardly say his name in my head without blushing and breaking out in a sweat—must have changed me on the outside, just as it had irreparably changed me on the inside. And if i didn’t plead illness, what would i say?

'Oh, you know how it is, Mother, when you spend the night having sex with an old flame in public, you just glow a little bit more than usual'

A wild giggle threatened to erupt from my mouth. If i ever dared to say something like that to my mother, the earth would surely open up and swallow me whole.

“Diana?” Amy said, her tone sharp. “I’m waiting for your answer.”

I feigned a cough into my hand. “I might just be a tad under the weather.”

“If only josh were still here to take