Edna
“Can I ask though, how many women have you come down on in total? I asked in a casual tone as I strolled along the winding dirt path beside the gentle river that cut through the thick woods.
My cousin Jordan followed close behind me. We’d grown up together as siblings, sharing all kinds of secrets over the years, and I’d always sensed there was more to him than he let on.
“How many women have you gone down on?” he fired back, a touch of playful sarcasm in his voice. Discussing intimate stuff with most people would leave me mortified, but with Jordan, it felt safe—like I could say whatever crossed my mind and he’d do the same.
“This isn’t about me,” I replied, glancing over my shoulder. My fine colored strands kept falling into my eyes, so I lifted a hand to push them behind my ear
