Chapter 41

“Now I feel self-conscious. Maybe you should take yours off, too.” I reached up to tug at Major’s paint-stained jersey, blue, with a white number 12on the back.

“Yeah, right. You’re never self-conscious,” Major said.

“He did eat a lot of pastry,” Abby offered.

“You’re hilarious.” I considered dripping black paint into her hair.

“Is it because you care about more than sex this time?” Major came down a few steps so he could look me in the eye. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but that’s kind of new for you.”

I could hardly object to the truth. At least part of what he said was factual. Still, I turned it back on him. “You have no reason at all to be self-conscious. AJ’s already seen you half naked, so…”

“Why would I be worried about what AJ thinks, anyway—more so than anyone else?” Major moved my hand. I hadn’t even realized I’d kept it there so long. “I’m good, thanks.” He went back up the ladder.