And with that, he grabbed Benji’s hand and led him into the next room, out of view. “Fuck,” I muttered under my breath. “Got it bad for him, huh?” Tracy said beside me. I whipped my head in her direction, a denial ready on my tongue but never making it past my lips. If she could see it so easily, could Benji? She shook her head as if reading my mind. “He’s clueless.”
