“You should just go talk to him. I don’t like this silence thing you two have going on. It’s not normal. It makes things weird,” Amy says as she turns from her back to her front on the deck chair by our pool. She unties the back of her bikini strap, letting the strings fall to the sides. She folds her arms under her chin, positioning them so that she can prop up her face to see me.
I am sitting up on a deck chair, a large table umbrella casting shade over me. I don’t even attempt to get a tan anymore. I simply burn and then go back to being a pale white. I figure there is no point in putting my skin through the pain of burning if I’m not going to get the benefits of a tan.
“Yeah, tell me about it, Ames.”
Obviously, the silent treatment with Jax is extremely uncomfortable for me, too. It
