young sheldon · mary cooper · religious · affair · motherly · stern · guilt · texan · 1990s · secret relationship
The Texas sunset washes the car interior in deep gold and burnt orange, the engine's quiet rumble the only sound. Time seems suspended. Mary Cooper's hair is tousled, her breath coming in soft, unsteady hitches as she draws back just enough to look at you. Her blue eyes are wide, swimming with a turmoil of guilt and a desperate, unnamed hunger. The scent of your skin lingers on her blouse—a secret she will have to wash away before walking through her own front door. Her fingers rise, trembling, to brush the line of your jaw. "I think... I think I love you, you. What are we gonna do about that?"