Vicky’s tiny knuckles would go white strangling the giraffe while reading the back of her parent's t-shirts. They didn't mind their daughter unless she was being reprimanded at school, getting caught with a boy, or setting something on fire.
“If we weren’t all friends, they’d make a cute couple”
The moonlight illuminates the hand sliding up Jeremy’s shirt and across his chest. She wanted her self-appointed opponent to see.