5
Ginny
“It doesn’t fit,” says Liam. His looks down at himself in disgust.
The spandex of his black pants stretches tight, and his shirt rides up over his gut.
“Huh.” I look him over. He’s right, it’s about two sizes too small.
He stretches his legs and arms. The fabric pulls and he winces. We’re in his living room, it’s been cleaned up since I saw it from the door yesterday. Liam’s showered and dressed in his alter ego’s costume.
It doesn’t look great. In fact, he looks like a low-budget imitation of himself. Put him next to a movie poster and he’s the paler, older, softer version of Liam Stone. Although, also, maybe a little more approachable, as the Greek god look meant mere mortals couldn’t approach him. And we can get it straight right now, I’m just a mere mortal.
Oh well.
Lia
