Sally huffed to herself. This was...complicated. James wasn't awake yet, and if Aurora woke up first things would get far too complicated to figure out. She took another drink of her coffee and thought hard. Fran had been right last night...if she hadn't known it was her brother, she would just be enjoying the memory. Or even going back for more.
What if that was the solution? If she tries and they can't without whatever pink shit came out of Aurora, they can dismiss it entirely, right? What would Jamie think of it... He was always thinking so logically. It was hard to figure out where he'd end up...and he would try to logic through this, too. She tried to think like him for a minute. What was the real problem?
The surface problem was that she'd slept with him...he was good. If he wasn't who he is...but that only ruined it because she felt like it had to, right? Mom always says, love who you love... She couldn't do this herself. She needed him to be his own voice. Another sip of coffee first, and then she went to his room. His blankets were completely off...and he had a boner. Just glancing at it replayed how good it all felt...and simultaneously brought a feeling of sickness. Trying to think of the logic she'd found, she reached out and found it easy to hold, even stroke gently. The feeling like she'd puke faded gently. She stopped herself, silently making her way outside the room and closing the door.
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