Page 109 of It's Always Sonny
I smile. “There’s no one-upping ‘dynamism.’”
“There’s really not.”
PJ finishes her circles and starts making lines out from the ball. No, it’s not a ball, and those aren’t lines. They’re rays.
She’s drawn the sun.
Well, well, well.
Ash comes over and inspects both of our work. “You two aren’t even trying to hide it anymore, and I super-duper approve.”
PJ narrows her eyes to points. “Zip it.”
Whew. For as hard as it was to keep myself from kissing her this morning, the glare on this girl is going to do me in. She is always gorgeous. Her smile is beautiful when she unleashes it, but it’s the looks that make her her that are the real showstoppers.
The pout on her generous lips when she focuses.
The lift of her sharp eyebrows when she’s challenged.
The narrowing of her big almond eyes when she’s upset.
The cut of her cheekbones when she purses her lips.
All of it.
She thinks she schools her features so well, but the micro-expressions that play on her face are as detailed as a symphony. Simple frustration creates a concerto of quivers and contractions that I could spend my whole life studying. Every tiny movement tells a story. Each minuscule quirk hints at a well of deep emotion that could never run dry.
She is breathtaking.
So when she says something sassy back to Ash and Ash responds by grabbing a puff paint and writing on PJ’s shirt, I revel in her playful outrage, in her grabbing puff paints and squirting them on Ash, on—
What the—?
“Did you just squirt me?” I ask, looking down at my team coat. The teal wave in the middle of my chest has a golden glob all over it.
PJ’s eyes widen to saucers. “I got carried away.”
But then she squirts more.
“What?” I throw my hands in the air. “Puff paint doesn’t wash off clothes!”
“Shoot, then I guess it’s a good thing you’re so rich and get team merchandise for free.” She rolls her eyes.
“That was the fakest apology I’ve ever heard.”
“I wasn’t apologizing.”
Ash holds her hand out to PJ, and PJ gives her the golden puff paint.
“Stand, please,” Ash says.
“Why, so you can further destroy my clothes?”
“I thought you were always up for anything.” Ash says.
“I’ve grown.”
Ash leans across the table and pats my cheek. “Good for you. Now stand like a big boy.”
