I need soft thighs against my cheeks.
I need a woman’s groan in my ear.
But I can’t handle the intimacy of that.
“You look good, Ryan… Happy.” She nods goodbye, wraps her hands around her boyfriend’s wrists, pulls him toward the pool.
He nods his own goodbye. Jumps in with her.
Fuck, this backyard is the size of most houses.
My parents are too rich.
Their story is always something about buying when the market was right. But then rich people never think they have money. Even when they have MBAs and six-figure salaries.
“You do look happy.” Walker plops on the lounge chair next to me. Surveys the pool. “It’s weird. But good.”
“That a compliment?” I watch Leighton do a somersault. Jump to her feet. Wrap her arms around Iris and pull her into the water with her.
“She really wearing that?”
“And Iris?”
“Fuck.” He lets out a low groan. “She’s too good at torturing me.”
Her deep purple swimsuit is nearly as tiny as Leighton’s.
She looks good.
Like she’s gonna drag Walker to an empty bedroom and tear off his swimsuit.
Her eyes find his.
She blows him a kiss.
He catches it and press it to his chest.
She blows another.
He presses that one to his crotch.
She blushes.
Leighton laughs. Her eyes find mine. They promise something, but I’m not sure what it is. Only that I want it.
With a wave, she turns back to the pool. Drags Iris under the water again.
“You and Leighton talk a lot?” I ask.
He nods.
“You know if she’s into anyone?”
He shoots me a curious look. “Isn’t she into you?”
“It’s pretend.”
“You sure about that?”