Mitch pointed at the jersey number on the back, 25. “It has your number.” “Yup. You haven’t been shy about telling me you want to sleep with me, so I figure now—” Alex stole the bear out of Mitch’s hands and bopped Mitch on the nose with it. “—you can.” Swiping his bear back, Mitch laughed and fell backward onto the rear windshield. “I see. This is your way of getting out of sex with me.”
