"Yeah, so I kept thinking about it, and it made me upset and...and frustrated. I kept imagining you doing...things...to girls you knew, and it made me so angry. I wanted to slap you and then...well..."
Ashley blushed again. We'd crossed a lot of lines today, but it was still hard to talk about a lot of it.
"That's...weird, Ashley."
"What, being jealous? I know, but...I mean...don't we both have the same feelings for each other?"
"No, I meant what Mom was doing. I mean, was she like, proud or disappointed in me or what?"
"She never judged you for it, but I got the impression that she didn't approve...but really, I don't know. Whenever I got mad she'd just smirk at me...like she knew something I didn't..."
"Maybe she did. Maybe she was trying to make you jealous..."
"You're not saying
