“Really?”
Mabel stood up, a cunning smile on her face, her eyes on me. I knew what she was thinking, but she was not a hundred percent right.
“Sit, Mabel. It's not what you think," I said, trying to calm her down.
I know how she can be about things like this. For years, she had always wanted me to be close to a man and wished I found a mate. I sometimes wondered if she no longer wanted a mate for herself.
“Fine. I'll sit, but you better explain everything. From how it started? Who? All the deeds, Sis," she said and plopped back down on the bed.
I remained standing and sighed. Well, maybe it was my fault. I should have started with how it began before telling her I kissed someone. The way she was smiling, people would think she was the one who kissed a guy. Well, I had to tell her the
