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I sit on the queen-sized bed, as I wait. Have I overstepped my bounds? I start to worry, after all, she had all but said she'd intentionally kissed me that first night. After a few minutes pass, I turn on the TV. Have I made another mistake? Did I misunderstand what she had in mind? As the minutes wear on, I wonder if my and my mom's relationship is forever damaged. Or did I read the signs wrong, and I'm just some demented pervert?
When the knock finally sounds on the door, it scares me half out of my wits. On shaky legs, I stand and walk to the door, half-afraid that it's room service, or the manager telling me my date has left me here. Even the absolutely absurd thought that it is the police, coming to haul me away.
