"I reacted like a bítch. I know and I'm sorry," Andrea said. We were in my bed, facing each other and lying down on our sides.
"You were just reacting like any sister would do. If I were in your shoes, I wouldn't know what to do. But I expected the worse, Dre. Coming home, I thought I wouldn't talk to you in a while because you'd avoid me or ignore me. I was hurt and scared. I have no one. Where else will I go?" I said, sheepishly.
"You know I can't be mad at you for long. It was too late to hold back the words. My emotion got the worst of me." She chuckled. "So, you and my brother, eh? Just when?"
I felt my cheeks heating up at the playfulness I saw in her eyes. Biting my inner cheek, I began telling her about her brother's confession almost two years ago, ignoring the sheepishness and
