He drove her to her mother’s house, and helped her out of the vehicle, even though she didn't need his help. She wanted to believe he enjoyed touching her, and would use any trick in the book to do so. As she hobbled towards the front door, Sapphire appeared from the side door, and completely dismissing her sister, she strode towards Thomas with a confidence Flick only wished she could adopt. It came naturally to Sapphire, the sensual swaying of her almost non-existent hips, the way she rested her palm on her tiny waist, head thrown backwards as she laughed, displaying her long swan like neck.
If she wasn't her sister, she'd have branded her a b***h. In fact, during their school years, she had at times hated her sister. Her ability to gain the attention of the most athletic, popular bo
