Gabriel
I knew something was wrong with Jeanie… I could feel it. Although she seemed fun and free at the wedding, I could also feel that there was something under the surface, some desperate frenetic energy. She didn’t want to stop moving. She didn’t want to go home. I knew that feeling, all too well.
And I knew the lengths I went to trying to quell that surge of desperate, manic energy.
Luckily by morning she seemed to be back to her usual, calm, level-headed self, because I wasn’t sure if she offered me her body a second time I would have the strength or the will power to say no again.
I had halfway hoped that she might open up, talk about whatever had set her off, but she clammed up in usual Jeanie fashion. But I had a feeling that it all had something to do with her sister, that
