"Of course!" Elliot Sheridan nodded emphatically.
Leah climbed onto the sofa and secretly whispered in Elliot Sheridan's ear.
She didn't know what the little rascal had told Elliot Sheridan, but he was now looking at her with a teasing glint in his eyes.
Elliot Sheridan wrapped his arms around her. "Did you think I was handsome back then?"
Handsome?
Even at his most disheveled and unshaven, he radiated a kind of rugged, decadent charm. Of course he was handsome.
But she wouldn't admit it. "Don't listen to Leah's nonsense!"
"But you were the one sneaking glances at me. What's there to be embarrassed about? If you'd like, I can let you look at me openly. No need to be sneaky."
"…" 'Why did his words make it sound like I'd done something shameful?'
"Hmph, who wants to look at you!" Georgia Thorne pushed his hands away and turned her head.
"Then how about I look at you instead?"
"What!"
