“Get dressed. We’re going out.” “No, the fuck you did not.” I groan, dropping back. He nods, pulling his boxers over his legs. “Yes, the fuck I did. That’s for teasing me the other day.” “The other day? What are you talking about?” “Buying another guy’s jersey.” “Are you serious?” He continues getting dressed, then grabs my clothes and sets them next to me. “Come on, get dressed. We’re going to go celebrate. You look too pretty to let it go to waste.”
