Re: Sorting stuff with Sarah
It took every ounce of will power not to brush her fingers through her hair. It was perfect, and she wanted it to stay that way so she'd only have to do a little touch up before she and his dad went to New York. Still she pulled her laptop in front of her and clutched it in both hands.
Glancing at him in the reflection of the dirty window. "You want to see me? Why? I thought you were into the other sister, you know the easy one." It was mean. And she knew it. But seeing him so soon, it was to painful. Like Rachel's lovely email about how fun sex was.