“You’re driving the poor guy crazy, Midnight,” Junebug ‘Bugs’ Rain commented as she swiveled back and forth in her computer chair.
“You’re going to get sick if you keep doing that,” Midnight absently responded.
Bugs laughed and completed another dizzying spin before she popped out of the chair. Midnight shook her head at her little sister’s antics. At twenty-three, she was barely a year older than Bugs, and yet, she felt ancient compared to her hyper sister.
“Are you ignoring me?” Bugs asked.
Midnight didn’t answer. Yes, she was ignoring her sister. They were as different as night and day. Where she had dark mahogany-colored hair and had a slender, tomboy build, Bugs was a miniature Venus with her voluptuous figure. Her sister’s strawberry blonde locks and light blue eyes came from the
