“Nice pants.” Kam smirks, with an amused lift in her right brow.
I look down at the tight brown shiny leather that"s hugging my thighs, as it bunches uncomfortably at the knees.
“That bad?” I ask.
Blood rushes to my cheeks. I feel the heat rise into a thick red blush.
“Not at all!” She giggles, sarcasm is radiating. “I"m quite sure brown leather would be my first choice for a blind date, too.”
When it comes to picking out clothing, I find it easier just to stick with basic, simple, and plain. If it were not for my sister, I"d surely be the laughing stock of South Brooke, Florida. Brushing off her sarcasm has become easier throughout our lives. I"ve come to accept the fact that she will always have quicker wit than me. Although, I do try keeping up with her jokes, I still find myself c
