Elly blushed. What kind of girl was she? That was a loaded question if she’d ever heard one. How was she supposed to answer that? She rested her forehead on Hannah’s. “Well, that all depends…”
“If we’d been sharing a bottle of firewhiskey, we might already be doing more than kissing,” Elly admitted. “If we were smoking it’d be pretty much the same thing.” Would Hannah get what kind of smoking she meant? Elly liked smoking the other stuff more than cigarettes.
“Other than that…I can be a bit of a tease.” Elly was playing coy, but it wasn’t really true. She was lonely and very randy. She wasn’t ready to jump into bed, per se, but she was hardly a prude.