Chapter Twenty-Five
Faye
I can’t look Ida in the eye. I want to, so much. I want to disappear into those gorgeous brown eyes of hers, those gifts of nature that match her amber hair so exquisitely, but I can’t. It’s like she’s overwhelming me right now. The memory of her, of us, has certainly been too much for me to handle. Worst of all was that I had no one to talk to about it, because I promised Ida I would keep her secret and how could I possibly do that if I talked about what we did?
Just as I can’t meet her gaze in the mirror, I don’t know what to say to her. I’m waiting for the confusion inside me to make way for elation, or at the very least a hint of clarification, but it all remains a jumble in my head.
“Oooh,” Brandon gasps from his spot by the door.
I glance at him, worried
