When we broke away, my sister and I stared at each other without another word. Her face looked damp with sweat. And even her eyes seemed wet. Wait. Were those tears? I reached a hand up to her face and gently ran my thumb along the bottom edge of one of her eyes. A smear of makeup made a sloppy streak when I pulled my thumb away. Woops. I hadn't realized she was wearing eye liner.
"Sorry," she said softly.
I frowned at her. So she really had been crying. But why? I decided I didn't need to press it. Not just yet. Instead, I pulled her close to me, hugging her. She wrapped her arms around me and squeezed. Then she whispered, "I love you so much, Teddybear."
It was a nickname she hadn't called me since we were little. I decided to return the favor, so I whispered, "I love you, too, Maddie
