Chapter 17 Smokes and Mirrors
-Abby-
"You are one bad bad girl." Genna eyed me with her eyebrows raised, but a small smile tugging at her lips.
"Explain." She prodded.
It's Sunday and we were just hanging out on our apartment porch shooting the breeze. We hadn't talked much yesterday when I got home because she had to spend the night with Brent.
"Well...we ah...you know...we...I didn't know what happened. The next thing I know, he kissed me and...and..." I started. I continued to tell her what exactly had happened. I left the intimate details, of course.
"And for a blind man at that, he is pretty thorough, huh," she commented with a tease.
"Oh, stop. But really, Gen, what do you make of this? I mean this is just so unrealistic." I sighed in frustration. I don't know how to feel.
