“Are you hiding because your sister is a grade A bitch or because I now know that I’m your teenaged spank bank fodder?” I’m pretty sure I hear her mumble a choked, “Oh, my God.” When she peeks out at me from between her fingers, I waggle my eyebrows. And when her only response is to groan and tip her head back against the vinyl chair back, I laugh. “Can we please pretend that never happened?” Her palms muffle her voice. I grin and shake my head, crossing my arms, irrationally pleased with the whole thing. “Not a fuckin’ chance, Princess.”
