“What is wrong with you?” I mumbled when Nolan widened his legs like a starfish, cramming mine against Levi’s. “Stop moving.” He adjusted in his seat, pulling at his jeans—different from any kind I’d seen in California. “I didn’t put on underwear. Everything’s sitting funny.”
WHOSE FALT IS IT THAT U DIDN'T WEAR UNDERWEAR TO CHURCH OF ALL PLACES?!?!
