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Mama sighs. “That sounds promising.”
“I have a girlfriend,” I blurt. “I’m dating someone.”
Mom slaps the table, making the camera shake. “About damn time. I’m happy for you, kid.”
“What’s her name?” Mama asks.
“That’s the thing. It’s Mason.”
Mom blinks at me. “As in…”
“As in, Mason Prince. Yeah.” I rub the back of my neck as heat rises to my cheeks. “She transferred here last semester. We recently reconnected, and we’re… yeah.”
They’re both quiet. For a moment, I think the video chat might have frozen.
Then Mama coughs. “Well, I’m happy if you’re happy, Tuck.”
“I am. I will be. I just…”
Mom sighs. “What did she do?”
“It’s just weird. She’s being weird.”
“Maybe because you haven’t talked to her in the last two and a half years,” Mama snarks. “How well do you really know this girl?”
“I know her.” I know her as well as I know myself.
At least, that used to be the case.
“I used to know her,” I amend. “Last night was great, but then it got a little… weird. And this morning she was off.”
“Was it the sex? Did that freak her out?” Mom asks.
“I don’t know. I don’t think so. She was totally into it at the time. It was after that she started flipping out.”
Mama’s eyes narrow. “Flipping out how?”
“She picked a fight over something innocuous that I said, and I—I don’t know what triggered it. We were good. We were great. And then we were fighting and—”
“The female mind is a mystery even to us women,” Mom says. “Maybe she just needed to process. How long have you really been together?”
“A day and a half. It happened Friday afternoon. We didn’t…”
Mama laughs. “Consummate?”
“Yeah. Until last night.” Heat rises to my cheeks.
“And did she… enjoy herself?” Mom raises her eyebrows pointedly.
“Multiple times.” I bite my lip to hide my pleased smile.
She grins. “Attaboy!”
“Thank you?”
“So it wasn’t the several orgasms that freaked her out,” Mama says dryly. “What else could it have been?”
I chew my lip. “I think it bothers her that I didn’t date when we were split up. That I didn’t… experiment.”
