“I expect you to be very mature about this information in the future,” he whispers. “But Evie, I shut a door in your face the other day because I was hard, and I panicked.” I stutter, blinking at this admission. “I’m sorry—I’m—uhm—I’m going to need you to repeat that. You, what?” The tips of his ears turn red, and he mouths, “I got a boner.”
