Desiree
I did not see Janet until the evening, and she did not just carry her scent, she smelled differently, and I wondered what she had been up to. When Tim left, I couldn't help but ask her.
"Out with it," I said, sitting comfortably on the loveseat in my living room. She looked a bit surprised at my words, and I arched an eyebrow to let her know that she couldn't dodge my words.
"Out with it, Janet," I ordered her, and she sighed. We practically grew up together, she couldn't hide anything from me, and she knew it.
"Well," She began, looking nervous and unsure whether or not she should tell me, but I was too curious to let her off the hook.
She leaned forward and touched my lap, " Please, you have to promise you will keep this between us no matter what," she pleaded nervously, and I got uncomfortable. Suddenly I was not interested in what she had to say. I already had a lot on my plate, I hoped for both our sakes it wasn't heavy.