“Dude, go. I got this. You have zero game. If there’s a girl who actually likes you, you need to go find her.” I press the heels of my palms into my eyes. Leave it to fucking Emmett to shit-talk me at a moment like this. Strangely, it’s comforting. If he went all soft on me, it would only stress me out more. Tripp chuckles and it rankles me, but Emmett doesn’t let him get away with it. “What are you laughing at, pretty boy? The hay bales are over there. Get to work.”
I LOVE Emmett, he better have a book
