Jess practically jumped out of her skin when Stephanie knocked on the door. Feeling guilty, she slid her fingers out of her mouth. She didn’t know why she felt so guilty, it was nothing she hadn’t done, it was nothing that her daughters probably didn’t already know or hadn’t already seen her do already … but she was always self conscious about it. She didn’t know why.<br/><br/>She took a deep breath, then another.<em>Here goes …</em>she thought excitedly. Her hands fidgeted nervously for a moment. Still sitting on the bed and not knowing what to do with herself, she put her hands at her sides, gripping the bedsheets tightly. She spread her legs a little bit wider.<br/><br/>“Oh … Steph, honey?” Jess called out. “I’m sorry, um … about before. I … I didn’t mean to snap at you like … like that. Please forgive me … um …” Another deep breath. “And please come in, sweetie. You … you can come in. I’d love it, um, if you did.”