I reached out, taking his hand. “That girl was an idiot. I’d have gone to prom with you. I’d have swooned over that fucking clunker of yours.” Ace laughed. “Wow, should I be jealous of the clunker? You wouldn’t swoon over the sight of me in a tux?” “I’d have swooned over the sight of you in jeans and a T-shirt,” I admitted.
