We're not done yet
Starting from those few questions, Nami’s mother didn’t stop at that as she threw me more questions regarding what had transpired. Each time, I would answer her truthfully.
And with every answer I gave her, her expressionless face gradually showed relief.
Of course, she’s worried over her daughter. Perhaps afraid that Nami wouldn’t talk to her about the details of her first experience, she asked her questions to her partner, someone who wouldn’t dare lie in front of her.
Naturally, I steered clear from too explicit descriptions. Letting her know the gist of it was enough, we still had to reserve some privacy. This night would be something Nami and I would reminisce about in the future.