Mandy laughed and quickly gave him a kiss before taking another bite of her breakfast. There was something so very comfortable about this. She enjoyed it, probably too much more than she should have. Mandy wrapped her arms around him, giving him a quick hug before she finished off her toast and went to put her plate in the sink. Leaning against the counter, she shrugged. "I'm not sure what I want to do," she murmured, taking a sip of coffee. "Actually," she said, straightening. "We cou-"
She didn't have a chance to finish her sentence when a very... well, put together woman came marching into Oliver's kitchen and Mandy's attention shifted. She could see the resemblance to each other and Mandy's heart dropped. She'd seen the photos of the two of them and her cheeks turned pink.
Standing in her knickers and Oliver's clothing at a very indecent hour on Sunday morning spoke volumes. There really wasn't much she could say... She glanced at Oliver, nerves plainly visible. His mother was here and she wasn't dressed... Her hair was a tousled mess and her lips were still slightly swollen from their late night activities and she was pretty sure she'd seen a hickie on her neck...