Just the mention of him has my insides melting. Fuck. I look back at my phone and particularly his message about him wanting my nipples in his mouth and all of the obscene things he said he wanted to do to my wet pussy I refused to send him a picture of. I bite my bottom lip and try my best not to squirm in my seat.

“There’s no one. I mean there are attractive guys, of course, but no one I’m willing to give that part of me to yet.” I nod, satisfied with my answer even as Monica’s eyes narrow.

“Then what’s the harm with going out with Brandon? He’s cute and sweet and we’ve known him for years. He’s not some sketchtastic frat fuck that—”

“Language, Monica Danielle,” My mother interjects with a pinch to her arm.

“Ow. Jeez, Mom, I’m twenty-eight,” she says as she rubs her arm.

“You can be one hundred and twenty-eight, watch your mouth.”

“Can we focus? Don’t you think Brandon and Gab would be cute together?” Monica tucks a hair behind her ear and fiddles with her nose ring.

“Oh yes.” My mom spins around and nods at me. “We can have them all over for dinner? Your father and I go out to dinner with his parents all the time and you two may have come up once or twice.” She taps her fingertips together in rapid succession. “I could absolutely set something up. Brandon’s mom, Amelia, would love that.”

“Okay but I wouldn’t love it. Mom, Monica can we just…not worry about my love life, sex life, and everything in between? Besides Monica, what about you? Hooking up with any doctors in on call rooms?”

“Ugh you watch too much Grey’s Anatomy.”

“And you said it literally happens like that.” I point at her, recalling all the gossip she shared with me because I didn’t know anyone she was talking about. She glares at me and rolls her eyes.

“Fine, yes it happens. It does not happen to me. I’m a lowly intern.” Her shoulders deflate and even from my vantage point I can tell that disappoints her.

I unbuckle my seatbelt and lean forward. “The lowly interns get all the D.”

“Okay, closing my ears for this conversation,” my mother says covering her ears and I giggle, happy to get the heat off of me.

It’s nearing almost five pm when we finally make it home and I’m happy to see James’ car still in the driveaway. The smell of pizza and the sounds of a basketball game hit me as soon as I walk in, and I smile knowing exactly where to find my man. I head into the living room to see James and my Dad watching a game. “Mom wants you,” I look at Dad, “to carry the bags in.”