He chuckles. Takes another swig. "Beyond that?"
"Not looking for your advice about getting over someone."
"Fair enough." He finishes his water, tosses it in the recycling bin. "But I know not getting over someone."
"And?"
"Proximity doesn't help." His dark eyes fix on something to our right.
Kaylee. His still eighteen-year-old girlfriend.
She's wearing an Ariel bikini with a purple top and a flared metallic green skirt. Her long blond hair hangs over her shoulders. Powder blue glasses frame her green eyes.
She's too young for him.
But the way they're looking at each other—
Anybody can see they belong together.
She turns to me. Waves. Spares me the torture of a hug from an acquaintance. "Hey, Ryan. How's it going?"
"Good." I take a long sip of my tequila and lime. It doesn't hit the spot, but everything else makes me feel like I'm being boiled alive. "How's work?"
"The new restaurant is great. Down to two days a week for the same money as four." She wraps her arm around Brendon's waist. Rests her head against his chest. "Are you and Leighton seeing each other?"
Brendon chuckles. "You're gonna field this question all day."
"How hard is it to say yes?" I ask.
"I don't lie to my girlfriend," he says.
"All that lying to your sister and your friends use up your quota for deception?" I try to make my voice teasing, but it's more of an attack.
She looks to him. Huh?
He brushes her hair behind her ear. Leans in to whisper.
She nods oh.
He keeps whispering.
She blushes.
"Dirty talk somewhere else," I say.
She laughs. "I guess that answers my next question."
I arch a brow.
"If you're sleeping together." She pulls her boyfriend closer. "Sorry. That was rude. You can still be cranky after sex."
"Bad sex." Brendon pulls her frames from her eyes. Folds them and sets them on the glass table next to us.
She nods true.
They share a look. Something like oh, that's Ryan's problem. He needs to get laid.
No arguments here.
I need the sweaty exhaustion that comes with sex.
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?"
"Yeah."
"You know a lot more about relationships than I do, Ryan. But I know one thing."
"Yeah?"
"You want to know something, ask her."
"I have."
"Then believe her."
It's good advice.
I want to believe Leighton isn't head over heels for my younger brother.
But there's something about the way her voice wavers. The way her eyes fill with dread.
There's some reason she's dead set on keeping this a secret.
Walker peels off his sunglasses. "You need anything, you know who to call." He pushes himself up, nods goodbye, makes his way to the pool.
He jumps in, finds Iris, wraps his arms around her like he's never gonna let go.
He isn't ever gonna let go.
It's weird, being surrounded by all these happy couples. Seeing the guys settling down.
I'm happy for them.
Usually, it pokes the she's gone, and my entire future is gone with her bruise.
But that doesn't hurt as badly today.
I move to the grill. Refill my tequila. Wait for Dean to finish flirting with his blond friend.
He turns to me. "You want a burger?"
"Sure."
"Medium rare?"
I nod.
He pulls a patty from the ice box. Sets it on the grill.
"You went all out."
"You're welcome."
I take a long sip. Let the booze dissolve my inhibitions. He did this for me. It's sweet. In a Dean kind of way. "Thanks."
He picks up his beer. Holds it up to toast.
I do the same.
We clink glasses.
He laughs. "You look fucking ridiculous in those black board shorts."
"More or less ridiculous than Brendon?"
"Tough call." He turns to the pool. "The fucker corrupted Kay too thoroughly. She barely responds to my teasing."
"And Leighton?"
"What about her?"
"You offered to make her come."
His blue eyes light up as he laughs. "You're gonna have to be more specific. I offer to make her come all the time."
"Why?"
"Why do you wear black every day?"
I see his point. Asking Dean why he teases Leighton is like asking a fish why it swims.
It's just what he does.
But—"Have you two ever?"
"I tried. Believe me. But she's not interested."
"You do want to fuck her?"
He motions to Leighton in the pool. To the tiny swimsuit hugging her tits. "Of course I want to fuck her. Look at her."
"Said the same thing to Brendon."
"Great minds think alike."
"That's terrifying." I take another swig. "Do you actually want to fuck her?"
"Don't understand this actually word. She's hot. And she plays hard to get. What else is there to consider?"
"You like her?"
"Yeah. I am capable of friendship."
"You want to be with her?"
"You're going in circles, Ryan." Dean uses a spatula to scoop the burger onto a paper plate. "You want a bun?"