We’re shuffling through the doorway to our row of cells while my stomach twists like a pretzel. Alright, so… This might be bad. The new guy has a crush on me. I swallow. It’s no big deal. I’m flattered. And objectively, he is very good-looking. I mean, almost too good-looking, which I didn’t know was possible. But I’m not interested in guys, so it doesn’t matter. He’ll have to stick with just friends.
