*Cat*

We were lucky that once we got home and were facing down my mother, she was too distracted to notice how my shirt collar was pulled up to cover my neck or that Elio stood a bit too stiffly in the doorway, his jacket off and held oh, so innocently in his arms, which just so happened to block any sight of his lower half.

She certainly did notice, however, that Elio’s buttons on his shirt were put into the wrong holes and that he had a lipstick stain on ...