Page 266 of Power Play

“Shut up.”

I smiled, and Ryan opened his eyes.

“Come here, mi hada.”

“I am here.”

“Closer.”

I moved toward him until our knees touched, but apparently that wasn’t close enough. Ryan sat up, reached toward his nightstand, and switched on the lamp.

I blinked against the light. “What are you doing?”

He opened the drawer and pulled out a pair of black-framed glasses.

I stared as Ryan put them on.

He looked at me. “What?”

“You wear glasses?”

His expression went flat.

I pushed myself upright. “You wear glasses.”

“Reading glasses.”

“Prescription?”

“No.”

I stared harder as Ryan reached for the battered copy of Wuthering Heights on his nightstand.

“How strong are they?”

“Mi hada, can I please read to you?”

“Are you farsighted?”

“They were five ninety-nine at Walmart.”

I burst out laughing.

Ryan slowly turned his head toward me, which only made it worse.

“Oh my gosh.”

“Keep going.”

“You have Walmart reading glasses.”

“I read a lot.”

“You become an older man every time I’m with you.”

“I’m twenty-five.”

“I discovered you secretly listen to country music. Tonight, you put on reading glasses and pulled out Wuthering Heights. By next week, you’re going to ask me to turn down the thermostat and start complaining about property taxes.”