Paige
Jordan places her forearm next to mine on the dining room table at their house. "I can't believe you actually cultivated a tan. I didn't think we were able to do so," she says as she compares our skin tone.
Swallowing a piece of the delicious chicken Emma prepared, I glance at Ryan, whose lips pull into a smirk. "Yeah, me too. I guess we just never spent that much time on the beach."