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six months before I met him at the hospital, and I knew the doctors were worried about how his brain would recover. So when I heard he’d been in another accident and I couldn’t find out how he was doing, I decided to just hop on the bus and go visit him for a few hours.”
                  “Why didn’t you tell me about all this?”
                  I shrugged. “I did, I just didn’t elaborate. I was back the same day, my friend was fine, and life went on, ya ’ know?”
                  “Well, I guess my mother thinking you slipped off to meet another guy wasn’t completely unfounded then, was it?”
                  I smiled weakly, the brunt of the alcohol really beginning to daze me now. “No, I suppose not. But forgive me; I didn’t realize I needed to run all my actions through an approval process first.”
                  He chuckled as he rose and strutted towards me. My heart tried to amp up from anticipation, but thanks to the numbness overtaking my body, it could only sputter its excitement. “No, baby. You don’t. You’re allowed to be friends with whoever you want and see them whenever you want.” His lips gently brushed my forehead, feather-light, as his hand reached out to caress my face, stroking my cheek softly. “And don’t worry about my mother. I’ll talk to my father. See if I can’t get him to pull her rein in a bit. Months, if not years, of snooping and this is all she’s come up with? She needs to quit bugging us and let us live our lives already.
                  “But just in case, what do you want me to say if she corners me?”
                  If. As if there’d be an if. Of course she was gonna corner him.
                  “Wedding?” he asked.
                  “No. I went on a Friday and she’ll notice that. Tell her funeral. Say it was a girl that grew up in the system with me. Car accident.”
                  That ought to make her feel like an ass for snooping. Maybe. Hopefully? Probably not.
                  He nodded in agreement. The faint glow in the room really made his chocolate-colored eyes look rich and velvety, and they burned with desire for me. Heat flushed my cheeks as he finally leaned down to warm my lips with his. My hand instinctively reached for his neck, my fingernails gently scratching the buzzed hair along the bottom of his hairline. I moaned my content, and could kiss these lips forever.
                  And right on cue came the witch of unhappiness. The door swung open without knocking. I was feeling really groovy inside, a nice warm and yummy numbness, so her abrupt entrance didn’t faze me. Robert, however, jumped a little in surprise.
                  “Mom! Do you mind?”
                  “As a matter of fact, I do,” she snapped hotly, her face filled with disgust for me.
                  Fuck it. I ain’t getting up. My head repositioned against the bedpost and I mentally prepared myself for whatever scolding she was about to give us.              
                  “You know, there’s a party going on downstairs and your attendance is required. And you know my rules about bedrooms.”
                  Funny how she only denied us sharing a bedroom. As if we couldn’t sneak off to the media room, the sauna, or any other freakin ’ room in this mansion to go at it. Maybe she kept it in the bedroom, but the younger generations tended to explore their horizons…and their sexual locations.
                  “Yeah, Mom. You’re afraid I’ll have sex with my girlfriend of two and a half years, whom I live with. Trust me, we don’t have to wait until you’re distracted with a dinner party to jump into bed.”
                  “One less chance at pregnancy, the way I see it. Now hurry