"So that's why I think my hands are so good, basically," Bobby said, turning his hands outward toward Lili and Priya later that afternoon. "Good symmetry either side of the middle finger, immaculate cuticles, and no conspicuous scars despite how much time I spend around hot ovens."
"You really could be a hand model," Lili said as she sat between his legs on the lounger.
He beamed at her. Things seemed to have righted themselves after he brought her tea. Nothing like a brew to bring someone close. She'd been downright cuddly ever since.
"Henrik should become a hand model too," Priya said dreamily as she stretched out on her lounger.
"Why? Does he have nice hands?" Bobby asked, irritated that someone else might usurp his—admittedly niche—title of Best Hands in the Villa . He didn't mean to be mingy with the accolades, but he wasn't getting any awards for his abs or arms around there, so his hands were all he had.
"I don't know. But he's just kind of perfect in general. I'd go for him over Ibrahim any day." She winced at her words and lifted up her sunglasses. "Sorry, Lili, that was—"
"It's fine," she said. "Sometimes you don't know until you've spent some time with someone, whether it feels like it could go the distance. What's put you off of Rahim?"
Priya looked around and then leaned closer to them. "He's sweet, but he keeps everything so close. I don't mind talking about superheros and golf, but at some point, I'd like him to talk about something that matters. I know he likes getting up to stuff with me, but I have no idea where he stands with us beyond that. For all I know he's miserable. It's not like he'd tell me."
Lili nodded and said nothing, but he noticed an odd tension creep into her shoulders, but it left as quickly as it arrived.
"Anyway, I don't know what to do about that. When I've tried to bring it up, he shuts down and tells me he has to work out." Her lower lip jutted out for a moment but she tucked it back in. "What about you Lili? Would you choose Henrik, or Lucas?"
Lili made a face. "I'm not really about either of them, to be honest. They're nice, but..." she shrugged. "Why trade-in when you already have an Aston Martin?"
Bobby laughed and pulled her backwards into his chest and gave her a squeeze. "Is that what I am?"
"You move fast, you've got a beautiful design, and I like the sound you make when I rev ya," she said with a laugh.
Yeah right. He appreciated her talking him up, but he was barely a Ford Fiesta, let alone an Aston Martin.
Priya rolled her eyes. "All the more for me. Lucas seems like a man who would understand my love language."
Yes. Lucas and Priya. Bobby let his hopes rise like bread dough. Priya was aggressive when she wanted something. Maybe she'd work her magic and make Lucas forget about Lili. He fully supported that.
"I've already told you that diamonds aren't a love language," Lili said, teasingly.
"Yes they are! They're gifts. Gifts are a love language," Priya said. She leaned up on one elbow. "Ugh, you're always so above it all. What's your love language? Donations to charities? Volunteering at soup kitchens? Fair Trade stickers?"
Lili snorted and cuddled into Bobby's arms. "I'd punch you in the tit, but I'm comfortable right now."
Priya let out an inelegant squawk of laughter. "I paid a lot of money for these. Punch me somewhere that won't cost a fortune to fix."
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The Sun in My Eyes
FanfictionBobby's friends dared him to audition for Love Island and he never could resist a good dare. He didn't expect to make it onto the show, but he did, and now he's there for the free vacation. He knows that love isn't in his future, in or out of the vi...
