Francesca skulked down the stairs a few minutes after Sawyer got back, and Elizabeth didn’t know if she should stay there with them or leave them to talk to each other without her there complicating things.
She looked towards Sawyer and hoped she could pick up on his thoughts.
Should I leave you two alone?
No. Stay here.
“Quit doing that, it’s rude,” Francesca looked frustrated. It didn’t matter that it was difficult for her to read thoughts as well as her brother, she knew exactly what the silent look of understanding between the two of them meant.
“You berated me for encouraging her to do this during s*x, but I was right; it helped her to get better with it the rest of the time and now you’re berating us for that as well.”
“It isn’t supposed to be used that way; you don’t respect y
