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at Jazz hadn’t spoken to him all day. She was nosey at that time. She always was. She butted in, she questioned him, she threatened his secrets. But she was his sister, and that is what prompted him to walk up the stairs toward her room, knock on her closed (and locked) bedroom door, and call out softly, “Jazz?”
She squealed. Something fell onto the floor. He could hear a light, unmistakable buzzing noise as a small “toy” vibrated on the ground. Her bed squeaked as she quickly got up, and for a moment the only sound was her stumbling about. The buzzing stopped and she quickly opened the door, peeking her head out so anything lower than her neck was invisible. Not that it mattered to Danny. Because although he could only see her face, it didn’t matter. Everything was kinda readable from what he once though was an innocent visage.
Her cheeks were rosy from some kind of exertion, or embarrassment, or most likely, both. Her hair was frumpy, matted, with her bangs covered in sweat. The sweat in question was rolling down the sides of her head, and down her neck, and her eyes were glazed just a little bit, as if she had been interrupted before something very, very good. Her breath was ragged, although she tried to hide it.
“Danny!” she gasped, her e