Awkward

BASH

“Fuck!” Dad curses.

I turn around quickly when I realize what they’re doing.

Heat creeps in my cheeks with embarrassment. I can’t believe I’ve just witnessed what Dad and Mom are doing in his office. It isn’t easy to be in this awkward situation. I grip the door handle when I hear my mom giggle.

“Bash, I’m sorry. We shouldn’t be doing it here,” Mom says, laughing.

I stay still.

“We’re not having sex, Bash. You can turn around now,” Dad says who finds everything is okay after their son just caught them almost having sex.

I face them slowly just to make sure they are both dressed because when I entered moments ago, mom’s dress zipped down from her back, and dad’s shirt unbuttoned while they were making out on the desk.

“Can’t you at least lock the door before you start eating each other’s face? Or at least tell me not to come?” I ask annoyingly and amused at the same time.

I can’