He’s never had anything that was brand new and his own. Everything from his clothes to his shoes have always been secondhand. “I have to go,” I say to the floor and walk around him to Dylan. “I’ll see you tonight.” Turning, I start to walk out of the room and then remember Justin needs to get his lunch, but when I turn around, I run smack into his hard chest. I know it’s him because it smells exactly like him.
