"I don't know what it is about flying that exhausts me so much," I say rubbing my eyes. "I have more energy after running full-speed for a whole mile."
"It's so shitty," my sister says sitting down next to me on the bed. "I don't know how you fly so much for your job."
We both lay back in the bed next to each other and look up at the ceiling. We spend the next couple of hours talking about everything we've missed since we last saw each other. I tell her about how I'm looking at engagement rings so she tells me that she thinks she's going to get a big promotion. It's all very similar to how we first started touching each other. It was transactional in a way. I touch her so she touches me. I'm telling her about my life so she's telling me about her life. I turn my head and look over at the
