Kafka raised a brow, his hand still on her cheek, his voice softening. "Alright, Mom, chill." He said, his tone low and soothing. "What's got you so worked up? You're acting like I kicked your puppy. What's going on? Spill it."
Abigaille's shoulders slumped, her hands clutching his chest, her voice dropping to a pleading, almost broken whisper. "Kafi, how could you do this to me?" She said, her fingers digging into his skin. "Y-You made me act like...like some shameless slut in front of Liv! I'm so humiliated, I don't know how I'm gonna look at her tomorrow!"
Her voice cracked, her body sinking against his, her warmth blending with his.
