“Sorry.” I zoned out for a second, and suddenly I’m so turned on my thighs have gotten wet. “I’ve got to head out,” I blurt before my sister tries to pry details from me.
She gives me a suspicious look before she finally gives in. “Fine. Text me later so I know if I’m picking you up or this ‘friend”’—she does finger quotes around the word—“is bringing you home.”
“Will do.” I kiss her cheek before I move past her and out of the pantry.
“Oh, are those fruit roll-ups?” I hear her say to herself.
I guess those pregnancy cravings are kicking in, and I smile. Then it falters because she’s starting a family of her own now. I shake those thoughts from my head, not wanting to go there right now.
My phone gets another text, and it’s good timing because it’s a welcome distraction.
Kyle: See you at school
What the hell is up with him? I stare down at the text and another goes off. This one makes butterflies flutter through my whole body.
Walsh: I’m here