Neither one of us said a word, but our eyes met.
And I mouthed you suck.
And he whispered back with his pale pink mouth, you suck more.
There was another sigh, but it sounded even more resigned. âMy eyes work. I can read your lips. Both of them.â
I didnât ignore Coach Lee, but all Iâd promised was not to say anything. So I didnât worry about it when I moved my lips at Ivan again. Eat shit.
His tongue tapped at the inside of his cheek. Then he opened his mouth. Iâm looking at it.
âWhatever we have to do to make this work, remember?â Coach Lee emphasized, obviously still watching us.
Ivan and I were both staring at each other as we muttered, âUh-huh.â