Chapter 110- Grounded
Tyler's POV
"Em… em… em… em…"
My mom was stammering.
Stammering.
She couldn't even form a proper sentence.
I arched a brow, crossing my arms over my chest. "Mom, why are you suddenly stammering? Cat got your tongue? Or is it the shame that's doing its magic?"
She swallowed hard.
I turned my gaze to the man standing awkwardly in my room—half-naked, holding my mom's panties.
I blinked.
Then I turned back to my very guilty mother.
"So," I said slowly, dragging out the word for maximum effect, "who is he? And why, for the love of all things sane, is he holding your panties?"
She gasped. "No, Tyler! He's no one! He—uh—he came to talk to me about some important stuff happening in the world right now."
I blinked again.
Then I rolled my eyes so hard they almost did a backflip.
I even clapped my hands slowly in sarcasm.