But his eyes were fixed on his mother, a strange, unreadable expression on his face – a mix of discomfort and something else I couldn’t quite decipher. He didn’t meet my gaze.
I felt a flush creep up my neck. Embarrassment. Confusion. A prickle of outrage. Was this a joke? Was she mocking me? Did he tell her I loved it, and she decided to flaunt it?continue reading …