His mom needed to take care of him apparently, even though Chris was all grown-up now.
It burned more than a little bit, but he didn’t complain. The friction of her thumb against the hollowed part of his cheek hurt. When she pulled back, she firmly brushed her thumb over Chris’s cheek, probably wiping away her rust-colored lipstick. He silently prayed for his dad to chime in with a You’re embarrassing the kid, Nan, but it never came. He caught a glimpse over her shoulder of his dad and boyfriend grinning from ear to ear-almost teasingly smiling because they knew just about everything made Chris turn all red-faced and that so wasn’t a manly thing to do. She leaned in, across the giant box marked dorm in Chris’s arms, to kiss his cheek. Either way, it felt pretty damn awesome to know he’d done right by his parents, even with the bit of trouble he’d found himself in during his senior year. The way she treated him and looked at him more than proved the words she kept saying. She didn’t have to keep telling him, though.
Her eyes glistened with the same pride she professed. WE’RE so proud of you, honey, his mom said, cradling Chris’s face between her soft hands.
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