A flash of memory from last night drifts into my head.
. . . Aiden's fingers tangled in my hair, his lips hot on mine, his breath the fluttering rhythm that made me want to dance . . .
Mom huffs a heavy breath, but Dad just looks skeptical.
I roll my eyes and lean in. "Look, Dad, I'm sorry, but you missed that bus a long time ago, okay? If I was sleeping with someone, I'd just tell you."
Mom gasps and Dad's eyes bulge. "Well, that's . . . reassuring," he murmurs. The trace of a smile curls the corners of his mouth.
"Hardly!" Mom pulls out the chair next to Dad and drops into it. "You are grounded, young lady. And I don't care what you think you know about men, we're scheduling a very serious talk. People may be more . . . flippant about sex these days, but that's no reason for you to turn yourself into the town tramp."
"Excuse me?!"
"Lynn, I don't think that'll help—"
