“Do you think maybe we can, I don’t know, hang out sometime or something?” Dacen’s smirk drops off and he kind of sags back against the Jeep beside me. “I can’t, Ryne. I can’t just be your friend. I can’t sit there while you’re all ‘hey, dude, bruh, how’s it hanging?’ and watch you eventually date someone else. Oh, my bad, not date. Just ‘mess around with.’”
