Chapter 86 Suspicious

• A call came through Paul’s phone, and he excused himself. In that bright and temperate sunroom, Andrés and I were alone. I made no attempt to speak to him, but when he leaned forward to support his arms on his knees, he had something to say.
• “Is he good in bed?” His question caught me off guard. I was still contemplating whether I should dignify the question with an answer, my eyes narrowed at him. “I mean every time Paul touches you, you seem to blush,” he continued, still maintaining a staunch gaze.
• “Of all the topics you could have asked about, you chose that?" I inquired, setting the book down. With a hint of nervousness and hesitation, Andrés cast his eyes to the floor and then raised them again, saying, "Was there something else I should have inquired about?"