26. Jealous. [Part 1]
Bess.
After putting on a pair of jeans and a sweater, I walk barefoot and silently toward the living room. Obviously, meeting Aaron’s sister while I’m going through my first hangover isn’t ideal, but I have to work with what I’ve got. I look down at my feet as I walk, feeling my cheeks blush because something tells me she’s going to read the signs and know exactly what Aaron and I were doing before she interrupted. It’s like when you do something bad and can’t shake the feeling that every pair of eyes you meet knows exactly what you did. But there’s no way Lizzy could know Aaron and I were in bed, about to have s*x before she showed up, right? No, stupid, she can’t know—I repeat to myself over and over again in my head. When I finally reach the living room, my eyes
