HIS CHUBBY STEPDAUGHTER
I swallowed hard, because deep down I knew the truth was harder to swallow.
“Sexy?” Jemy let out a short laugh that made the girl at the next table glance over. “You call talking down on you sexy? You call him taunting you about your size at any slight chance he gets sexy? Wake up, girl.” She flipped through her notebook pages with quick, irritated flicks.
I glanced down at my soft stomach where it rested against the table. My fingers moved automatically to tug at the hem of my shirt, then stopped. The air conditioning hummed above us, blowing cool air that made the little hairs on my arms stand up.