Bittersweet

~~ Consequences ~~

Janelle spluttered, half snorting under her breath. "Nice... nice!  That's it—that's all you've got for me?"

I restrained an eye roll, as heat exploded everywhere.  Goddamn you body!

Janelle placed her cup on the floor under the chair, before reaching for my chin to tilt my face towards her. "Wow, look at me."

"What?"

"I knew it." A playful smirk curled her lip.

"Know what exactly?" My eyes looked everywhere apart from hers. Janelle's gaze could penetrate a nuclear bunker.

She ignored me but released her hold on me. "Yes, definitely, no mistaking those cheeks and you can barely make eye contact—don't even try to deny it." She leaned in and sniffed me.

"What are you doing?" I shifted back.

"A-ha! Yes... Sex!  I can smell sex on you."

Oh, my god.  "What do I smell?"

"Spill Jenna, I want details."

Huffing. "Na-ah. I would never—"

"—Uh-hu. Screw that. Talk sister."

I gazed down and laced my fingers together. "Okay. Yes. Fine. Your keen sense of smell has given me away." I looked over my clothing. "Jesus, do I smell? Urgh, I need a shower."

Her feet bounced on the floor. "Ha, nailed it. Yes, you smell like you've had crazy, hot, passionate and not to mention toe curling sex—many times, at least three I'd say." She grabbed my hand. "Pu-lease tell me he was good. I willing to bet my Gucci leather boots he was?" she wiggled her eyebrows.

My god, she had a sixth sense when it came to sex. "I'm not discussing it here." My thighs however clenched, oh yeah he had been good... I'd clearly been missing out.

I could practically taste her excitement. "You are no fun sometimes. I always give you details, from rating their kissing skills to how big their di—"

I held up my hand. "No—stop."

She made a pffin' sound, wrinkling her face. "Fine, but you're not getting off that easy. When are you seeing him again?"

Tony's words ran through my head and I wasn't shy about spilling those unpleasant details to Janelle. Her response didn't surprise me.

"What an asshole."

"Who... Gabe?"

"Duh, no! Tony."

"Yeah, but Gabe knew and never thought to mention it."

"Jesus Jenna, what did you want him to say. Cut him some slack." She blew out a huge breath between her lips. "I mean, it's not like you were close to him for him to drop by and say. Hey Jenna, listen up—my asshole twin is screwing around. Hell, me and Frank thought as much but kept it to ourselves."

Was I the only clueless one here?

She continued. "Yeah, it's being caught between a rock and a hard place. I can totally understand why he didn't tell you."

Could I hold it against him?  "Tony made it quite clear he doesn't want me or Ava near him."

"Asshole! And it's nothing to do with him. Nerve of the man."

I grumbled. "He wants to talk about it later."

Janelle leaned in, whispering. "I've got you covered hun; you just repeat after me.... fuck off Tony!"