"Your mom is already in the kitchen. Will you let me in shortly?" She smiled.

Stephen just nodded, and right before his eyes, Grace started to disappear until she was completely out of sight. This part of their relations.h.i.+p was just about normal now. Since Grace technically shouldn't be spending the night, they went through elaborate measures to make it appear that she didn't. Even though he hadn't slept a wink without her pressed into his side since they met, it was important to keep up appearances, even if just for his mother. That meant the room was sound proof when she was there. It also meant that Grace made herself unnoticeable if Theresa Willow ever poked her head in.

Lastly, it meant that in the mornings, Stephen had to officially let Grace into the house, so that they could spend time together. Usually, that meant she disappeared until he got into the kitchen, and then appeared outside for him to let her in.

It was all quite elaborate, but it served the purpose that they needed, at least for now. Stephen didn't mind having to go through extra measures, but he was already thinking of the day when they could share a bed without worrying about someone walking in on them. Even though they were both technically of age, it still felt a little disrespectful, considering it was his mother's house, and not his.

Perhaps our own apartment, he thought to himself. When I get that manager job.

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He grinned as he got dressed, and after throwing on a pair of cargo shorts and a red b.u.t.ton-up s.h.i.+rt, he pulled open his door and walked the short distance to the kitchen.

Surprisingly, Theresa wasn't huddled over the oven, but rather was looking out the window while carrying her mug of coffee. It seemed they weren't the only ones who noticed the moving truck.