“Is that why you avoid the sun?”
“People would see me sparkle.”
“You do sparkle.”
“That a compliment?”
“Yeah.”
His fingers skim my neck. Shoulders. Arm.
His touch is impossibly soft. Impossibly sweet. Impossibly loving.
But he doesn’t love me. He’s still wrapped up in her. It’s obvious in the way he looks at her.
“Leigh.” He tugs at the blanket. “Look at me.”
“I’m not sure what that could accomplish.”
“I’ll tell you what Penny said about Frank’s cock.”
“She didn’t tell you anything about his cock.”
He’s quiet for a long moment.
“Ryan?”
“I’m making a face. You can only see it if you look at me.”
“You don’t make faces.”
“I don’t have facial expressions?”
“That’s not the same.”
“You want to see, you have to look at me.”
Fine.
I force myself to turn around.
He’s sitting there—now in black jeans, only black jeans—his piercing blue eyes fixed on me.
“She did not say anything about Frank’s cock.”
He nods.
I shake my head.
Again, he nods.
“We’re going in circles.”
“Yeah.”
“What did she say?”
“He’s not bigger.” His lips curl into a half smile.