Yours weren’t the only eyes I felt on me as I walked through the casino, but it was fine. Gratifying, even. You can tell me I’m beautiful all day without a problem. So could she. It would be more difficult from Jesper, but it could be fine if I knew to expect it. Like if I were wearing that dress.
It’s the scrutiny inherent in the comparison. As though I might’ve been lined up naked with dozens of other women, and chosen.
It was because of my own words. I wanted to tease her, or needle her, or maybe - make her feel guilty for enjoying the “entertainment”. But in doing that, I placed myself back in line with the others. What else was she to say? Of course she said she would choose me. She can’t know what it sounds like to me, not really.