Maddie slid an inch closer, staring at me. I refused to look her way. When she spoke, her words drifted directly into my ear, "Maybe because we're both thinking about it?"
Finally turning toward her, I frowned. And then I started to lose myself in her eyes. They looked so pretty. I felt like she was drawing me in, inviting me to share the same space of existence she occupied. My sister had a way of looking at me that made me feel like it was only she and I and nobody else in the entire world. Her question lingered in my mind, weighing on my thoughts so heavily I felt like I was suffocating a little. Of course I was thinking about f*****g my sister. All the damn time lately. But that didn't mean I was going to act on it.
I don't know what emotions passed across my face while I considered
