Touch-Igneous

I clench my jaw at the mention of his name. I have no idea why I feel this intense anger every time he is mentioned. They seem really close and a part of me wonders if they were ever lovers. He did call her his sister, but I wonder if he said that just to me. I decide it doesn't hurt to ask.

"So what do you do if you have a date? Do you just go to the guys place?" I ask looking at my plate. I twirl my fork in my food waiting for an answer. She starts coughing and I look up to find that she has gone almost the shade of the streaks in her hair. "Did I say something wrong?"

"No, well that's a complicated question to answer I guess" She finishes her water and rises to clear the table. I help gather the dishes and follow her into the kitchen to put them in the sink. She is now refusing to meet my gaze and I feel a rush of jealousy go through my body thinking that she has slept with him and doesn't want to tell me.

She begins to rinse the dishes off. I step in to dry them and place them in