Page 36 of Our Lips Are Sealed
Evie’s mouth hung open, the backbone she desperately needed growing suddenly. “Through the years, I’ve done everything possible to ensure you were happy. It’s me that holds your hand through all the important stuff. The one who’s there to support your choices and help you in life. I might not know as much as the others, but I try my best to be the one in your corner when it counts.”
Jamison shrugged. “That’s what sisters do.”
“Yes, that’s what sisters do!” Evie shouted. “And they do it unconditionally. But I guess that isn’t the case when it comes to you supporting me. Because when I ask for a little understanding, a little fucking support from you, I’m told I have to do something absolutely insane first just to appease you.”
Hitting the gas, Evie sent her car speeding down Interstate 10. “But let me make one thing very clear to you, Jamison. I’m not asking for your permission to be with Samuel. I’m asking you to listen and try to accept us. If you can’t, then I’m sorry, but we’re going to be together.”
“Do you want a snack?” Jamison swiveled in her seat to get to a bag in the back. “I brought some of that trail mix you like.”
The abrupt change in the conversation made Evie growl in frustration. “Are you even listening to me?”
Jamison continued to dig around in the back, and Evie heard something fall off the seat, crashing to the floorboards.
“What the hell?” Jamison unbuckled her seatbelt to reach down and retrieve whatever fell. “What in the fucking hell?!”
“What is it?” Keeping one eye on the road, Evie tried to see what her sister was freaking out over. “What are you doing?”
“Oh my God!” Spinning around, Jamison shoved two hands full of condoms in Evie’s face. “Were you planning on having an orgy in here?”
“Shit.”
She had forgotten to return Annabeth’s collection of prophylactics.
“Put them back.” Evie shoved Jamison’s hands away and accidentally knocked the condoms all over the entire front half of the car. “They’re Annabeth’s.”
Appalled, Jamison returned to her seat, covered in a pile of contraceptives. “But why are they in here?”
“Because you should always have condoms on hand and not leave it up to the man,” Evie said in a way that reminded her of Simone. “You know that.”
“Well yeah, but why are there so many?”
“Because Samuel and I ended up not using any of them.”
Jamison froze, her head rolling slowly to stare at Evie in shock. “You didn’t.”
“What?”
“Please tell me you used protection with Samuel!” Jamison shrieked, tossing a spray of condoms at her. “The man is a hoebag.”
“Not that it’s your business, but we didn’t.”
In rapid succession, Jamison delivered a sequence of punches to Evie’s upper arm.
“Have.”
Punch.
“You.”
Punch.
“Lost.”
Punch.
“Your.”
Punch.
