“You wore my dress. I’m so glad—I thought maybe Carter would beat me to the punch.” “I did,” Carter growled, stalking closer once more. “There were no other dresses in Spark’s room when I dropped mine off earlier.” Heath’s smug grin spread wider. “Weird.” But from the corner of my eye, I spotted him and Royce fist-bumping behind Carter’s back. Sneaky boys.
