Instead, I hold a pair of boxer-briefs. Male underwear. Dark green. I know Lo’s underwear, and that is not a Loren Hale color. I drop them on instinct. They’re either Connor or Ryke’s, but only one of them is rude enough to sneak his clothes into the girl piles. Ryke. I just touched Ryke’s underwear! The same fabric that has also touched his penis. Does that mean by process of deduction that I just… Grossgrossgross.
IMDEAD.
