63: Is he jealous?

SCARLETT

I heard an impatient rapping on my door while I was on my way out of the bathroom, barely covered up.

“Give me a minute,” I called out while hurrying to put on a T-shirt.

My lower half was still bare and I’d barely gotten the shirt overly head when the door was pushed open and I screamed before quickly wrapping my hands around myself protectively.

“Chill out kiddo, it's just me,” mom laughed and shut the door behind her.

“Can I have some privacy to dress up?” I frowned while I tugged the shirt down and reached for a pair of shorts.

She looked at me like I’d grown two heads, “what's some tatas and butt cheeks that I haven't seen before? besides, you're my child, I’ve seen it a hundred times while you were growing.”

Says the woman who was barely there while I raised and parented myself all by myself.

“It’s not the same thing,” I rolled my eyes and zipped my shorts, “so, what's this important thing that couldn't wait a minute and caused you to barge in?”

In a second, her express