"You kissed him!?" Sandy screamed, her eyes bulging out in shock.
"Keep your voice down, Sandy," Selene hissed, her gaze instantly turning to the staircase to make sure Cyrus didn't hear. The last thing she wanted was to explain what kissing meant to her five-year-old son.
"Oh, sorry," Sandy said, raising a hand over her mouth. She leaned downward, lowering her voice to a whisper but audible enough . "You kissed him?"
"Asking twice won't change anything, Sandy," Selene muttered, rolling her eyes.
After stumbling home drunk from the event last night, she had found both Sandy and Cyrus already asleep, leaving her alone with her thoughts. And those thoughts had stolen hours of her sleep before she finally managed to pass out.
Now this morning, despite still being mad at Sandy, she had decided to spill the tea. She was close this close to losing her damn mind and desperately needed someone to talk to.
