![]() ![]() ‘I’m sorry.’ I reach up and rub my temples. Jesse just hates me swearing, but thinks it is perfectly acceptable for him to rant like a sailor. What the fuck is going on here? I want to swear my head off, but my Mum hates swearing just as much as Jesse. ‘You’re making up for it now, Jesse.’ My Mum pats his suit clad arm and my mouth drops open. It’s not what I would have chosen to wear to meet your parents, but desperate times.’ He shrugs. ‘I didn’t go for a run this morning.’ he says. He sighs and walks towards us until he’s stood in front of me, a bit close for comfort, considering my parents are just there and this is all a bit of a shock for them, and for me. ‘We’ve met.’ he repeats himself, which is not necessary because I heard the first time. Elizabeth and Joseph.’ I hadn’t planned for it to be like this. I don’t know why I’m mortified, he draws the same reaction from all women and I need to remember that my mother is nearer to Jesse’s age than I am. She is still smiling brightly and I’m mortified to see that she’s obviously affected by Jesse. I look at my mother, who is smiling brightly at my challenging man, and then at my father, who executes his I’m-just-doing-as-I’m-told look. ![]()
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