A question caught me by surprise-3

“I’m his girlfriend Jennifer!” Vicky protested, prompting Jennifer to
turn around. “That means we should be able to go to on social event
without you lurking around the corner like some kind of pathetic stalker.
And to be honest, this jealousy of yours is more than a little
inappropriate.”

“You want inappropriate?” Jennifer challenged.

Before I knew what was happening, my sister linked her hands behind my
neck, pulled me in, and kissed me. Not a quick, chaste, familial kiss.
Not a lingering, intimate, borderline inappropriate kiss. She put
everything into that kiss, all her joy and fear and anger and regret,
everything she was and is and ever could be. She kissed me like we were
the only two people in the world. Only we weren’t. Everyone, fucking
everyone was watching.

Thank holy Christ, most of the people at that party had no idea who we
were. But some did, and even one was far too many. Especially since she
was standing right next to us, her face contorted in revulsion and fury.