“I can imagine.”
I raise my eyebrow.
“What? Are you the only one who can appreciate another guy?”
“No.”
Auggie leans across the table. “Are you jealous?”
I purse my lips as I try to figure out how I’m feeling. He sits upright and remains silent until I’m ready to talk.
“Oddly, no. If anything, I’m relieved.”
“Relieved?”
“You being so open about fancying someone else makes me feel less weird.”
“You’re not weird. For the record, I have no problem with you talking about Casey. I know you’re in love with him.”
“It can’t do much for your ego to hear me talking about another guy.”
Auggie shrugs. “I know how gorgeous I am.”
I whimper. He is gorgeous. I want to kiss him again.
He clears his throat. “Sorry. I’m meant to be letting you sort your head out.”
“You are.”
Just like I’m giving Casey space to sort his out. Auggie said his was a bit messy too. We’re a triad of confused men.
“I was flirting. Or didn’t you notice?”
“You being big-headed was flirting?” I feign surprise.
“Well, I thought I was, but if you don’t agree, that lets me off the hook.”
“I like it when you flirt with me.”
“Even though it makes you blush?”
I fan my face. “Yes.” My voice comes out as more of a squeak.
“You’re adorable when you blush.”
My face gets hotter.
“I’m sorry. I’ll stop,” Auggie says sincerely.
“I don’t want you to.”
He presses his lips together and stares at me for several seconds. “So, Casey is in four races?”
“Yes, but there will be lots more during the day. In bigger competitions, there would be heats and then finals. But as there are only two swimming clubs today, it’ll go straight to finals.”
“You were going to explain what a medley relay is.”
“Right.” I understand why he’s changed the subject back to swimming, but I already miss the flirting. “A medley is a combination of four different styles. Backstroke, breaststroke, butterfly, and freestyle. It can be done as an individual race or as a relay, with four swimmers, one for each stroke. A mixed medley is a team of two men and two women.”
