At first, Michael isn’t sure what Lee’s talking about, but then the phrase echoes—‘Do you count it when I say it?’ ‘Don’t say it. Please.’. He’s thinking it constantly anyway: every time he sees her, and especially now. It’s not an opinion he has about many people, and he wonders, suddenly, if she knows that. Maybe she’s already figured it out. Maybe she just did, and that’s what this is.
“You’re sexy,” he says, because if he can get away with compliments he’s gonna say whatever he wants. As punctuation, he licks a slow, broad stripe up the underside of Lee’s cock and kisses the tip.